An open letter to the jerk in the silver truck who was behind me on I-90 today
I hate you. You didn't have to drive so close to me. I was going fast. A lot faster than I would like to admit to, and that just wasn't good enough for you, was it? It's not my fault that the truck next to us was keeping our pace. It was funny, but not my fault. It was really jerky when you finally got in front of me and slowed WAY down. I mean, really? I did my best to stay out of your way, but you were just ridiculous. I really, really, REALLY hope you got a ticket.