So, I'm going to Tim Horton's on SR73 yesterday to get some oatmeal to eat at work. There's two entrances, one in the front and one in the back. The one in the back delivers you straight into the drive thru line. If you come in the front entrance, you must drive around the building and curve into the drive thru. So if you curve around fast, you may just bump into someone making the straight line from the back entrance into the line. Sooo, yesterday, I pull into the back entrance and there is NO ONE in front of me and I begin to drive into the drive thru lane. There is one car in front of me already in the lane so I have just enough room, when this dumbass in a huge minivan speeds up and jumps right in front of me and I damn near hit her. I saw her mouth the word "bitch". My car is directly perpendicular to her and only a few inches from her passenger door, thats how close she cut me off. And she calls ME a bitch. The nice guy behind her stays behind a little so that I can move into the line when minivan moves up. By the way, her license plate is Ohio plate ORTH 5, so she's probably some uppity orthodontist bitch that thinks she's superior for going to dental school. Sorry, sweetheart, you bleed red just like me.

Fast forward a couple minutes and I'm in line directly behind this dumbass. My phone goes off with a text message, so I pick it up and I'm holding it in landscape position with both hands just above my steering wheel, with my wrists resting on top of the steering wheel. I read my text, I reply, I put the phone back on the passenger seat beside me and look up just in time to see OrthoBitch turned around in her seat with a camera pointed at me. WTF. I see a little red blinky light when the camera goes off. But apparently that's not good enough because not two minutes later, OrthoBitch takes another picture with the flash on. Ummm...Okay. I guess the dipshit thought that when I was reading my text, that I was actually taking a picture of her car? Whatever. Like I give a crap about some uppity snot-nosed bitch with the driving skills of Helen Keller. I take that back, HK could probably drive a mean horse and buggy using the vibrations of the hooves on the dirt road.

I hate people like this.

Then...THEN...I get back on 75N and head to the 675 on-ramp, which starts out as a two lane ramp and merges to one. I'm cruising along at probably 80 when this fucktard in a BMW comes whipping up behind me and swerves around. If he passes me, he's going to have maybe 5 inches in which to pass from the car in front of him to the position in front of me. Not wanting to be forced to slam on my breaks on the highway, I floored it and closed the gap between me and the car in front of him thus nixing his attempt to cut me off. Then the little prick has the audacity to ride my ass all the way onto 675 until I hop off onto 725. ARGHHH!!!

I got to work, slammed my door, stormed into the build room, yelled at Mark "why to people have to drive like ASSHOLES!??" and plopped down in my chair. He just said "I guess you had a bad drive in?". Ughhh....At least I like my job. And I practically count down the minutes til I go to lunch at my favorite restaurant. So, the day did get better from there.

The oatmeal at Tim Horton's is well worth putting up with some snobby doctor's bad manners in the drive-thru. I do hope she's a regular customer and I get the chance to run into her again. Maybe I'll bring my own camera.

Thank Dog tomorrow is Friday. Another day of 8am road rage and I'm about ready to plow someone over. And I'm not even the one raging. I just want to get my oatmeal, go to work, get some chicken, talk to some cool people, work some more, and go the hell home.

Ok, I'm done.