Driving Miss Daisy

Oh gosh, I have arrived at the topic of driving. I do suffer from road rage. I can’t help it. I probably can, but that’s not the point, and also I don’t want to bring shame to my fast and famous last name. My Father claims that road rage is the purest form of cleansing, but the harshest thing he has ever done was probably showing someone a middle finger. Also he has never driven thru Gary, Indiana…

I beg you, fellow drivers, please use your damn blinkers, don’t hug the left lane and, for crying out loud, don’t stop at the roundabouts. Please. And thank you.