I hate having to think of a catchy title for posts, but thought I would start this blog off right. This is going to be my place to rant, rave, stamp my feet, and vent. How about that? And if you give a flying fluglehoffer about that, then more power to you. I really try not to swear, and I don't always succeed, but I do try to at least use some more colorful language than 'swear words', such as 'blue blinking bananas''.
My rant of the day, and it's probably one that a lot of people have:
Why do people feel the need to pass you on the road when you're driving a mile or two above the speed limit and then promptly slow down as soon as they've passed? I mean, what is going through their brain? Can't they look at their speedometer and see that you are traveling at the posted rate, and if they just stay there they'll be driving at the posted rate as well? What is in their brains that they just can't stand to be behind someone?
My rant of the day, and it's probably one that a lot of people have:
Why do people feel the need to pass you on the road when you're driving a mile or two above the speed limit and then promptly slow down as soon as they've passed? I mean, what is going through their brain? Can't they look at their speedometer and see that you are traveling at the posted rate, and if they just stay there they'll be driving at the posted rate as well? What is in their brains that they just can't stand to be behind someone?
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