Josh Hates Other Drivers

I know what you’re here for. A new installment of "Things Josh Hates." Something I’ve never done before and may or may not do again depending on if the mood hits me again.

Also, it ain’t funny (to me). I have no interest in continuing it.

And, hey, if I never hate anything again, you’ll know I’m a much happier person.

BWAHAHAHAHA!!!

Yeah, I could barely type that out without laughing my prodigious posterior off. We all know despite the reality that I’ve mellowed over the years, I still have an ample amount of hate in my heart.

As much as I want to live by my new mantra, “Please be kind to yourself and others,” it’s still hard to accomplish. But I never stop trying.

Now, on to the hate

I hate the "Zig-Zaggers," not people who use Zig-Zag brand rolling paper. You shine on, you crazy diamonds.

I mean the assholes in sporty little cars who zip and zag through heavy traffic.

These are the men, they're almost all men, with $200 sunglasses on.

Sometimes, they have the top down, and sometimes they don't.

These people have the radio turned all the way up and seem to be constantly headbanging along with music that’s not made for said activity.

Seriously, who headbangs to Hall & Oates?

These jackholes are doing at least half again as fast as the speed limit, weaving in and out, sometimes leaving less than a foot of space between their bumper and the bumper of the car they are passing.

These people seem to think they're NASCAR drivers instead of a middle-aged divorced man paying alimony and child support.

These people are the scourge of our highways and byways.

They must be stopped.

Maybe with decoy hookers and flamethrowers.?

- Josh (10/29i/2023)