Hey, don't honk at me! I'll buy you dinner.
I don't take it personal anymore when other cars don't let me pass. Instead I try what has been suggested to me and I pray for them, so I don't fall victim to resenting them for it. I love it when cars cut me off! It gives my day some flavor. Some days, I'll do a bit of rampage myself, if I've had troubled sleep or watched a lot of porn in my sleep, and cut off a straggler or two. But I keep that in mind, and try to make it up to them later by tracking him down and following him home. I explain it to my cellmate and he agrees with me, and we both, simply, pray for the judge.
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