Drive or Get Off The Road!
Or, put the fucking phone down part number...I lost fucking count. Anyway...I needed new shoes for work, so off to the bigger city south of here I went this afternoon. Things were fine, except for a seemingly broken stoplight, until I started back home. I got onto the highway--two lanes, with the occasional lane for slower vehicles on the right, and turning lanes--and what do I end up behind? A fucking slowpoke. There was traffic coming from the other direction, so I just settled in behind the guy, and watched and waited. The guy swerved a few times, and I wondered what was going on, until I looked a bit closer, and saw the hand to the ear. Yup...On the phone. Wonderful. Now, I was being patient, just HOPING the idiot would pull to the slower traffic lane to the right so I could go by. The guy in the penis extender pick-up behind me was not so patient. He passed me on the right, toward the end of the right hand lane. It didn't work out so well--he ended up having to pull in between me and Slowpoke McCellphonetalker until he could pass them as well. Me? I was patient enough to wait until the highway opened up to four lanes undivided in the two I work in, and go around Slowpoke then. Seriously, though, folks, hang up the phone and drive, or if you MUST talk on the phone while driving, set your cruise control so you aren't going 45 in a fucking 60! (Note: I have, on occasion, talked on the phone while driving. When I do. I set my cruise, and I keep my hands on the wheel.)
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