You know what really irks me? I hate it when you are driving, and someone cuts you off.
Um......duh? You're probably thinking.
Well, you you know what makes me so angry? Like, really really really angry? I absolutely can not stand it when a car cuts you off and then hhhhhheeeeee ggggoooooeeeeesssssss rrrrreeeeeaaaaaalllllllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyy ssssssslllllllooooooooowwwwwwlllllllllyyyyyyyyyyy.
I mean, here I am, merrily cruising down the road at a steady 40 miles an hour. And this wise guy decides that it would be smart to turn, when I am real close. I slam on my brakes, and wait for him to speed up. But it doesn't happen. He stays at that 25 mile an hour mark. I try tailgating him, brighting him, trying to get him move a little. Nothing doing.
But sir, MAKE UP YOUR MIND! If you are in such a lack of a rush (sorry, I know that made absolutely NO sense, but I think you get it.) why did you feel that pressing need to cut me off? Are you some kind of crazy sadist who enjoys watching people suffer? Do you even hear the nasty things I am muttering at you from my car? Don't you realize that I am in a RUSH? Ok, even if I am not, do you realize how stressful it is to have to tailgate you all the way to my destination?
And yet, somehow, life moves on. Uh oh, I better watch out cause that might be a lesson applicable elsewhere in life...