This morning was just out to get me, I guess. I forgot my wallet and had to turn around. Fortunately I discovered this before I had made the entire journey to the transit center, which would have cost me a cool 60 minutes to rectify. Then I was nearly sideswiped by an inattentive jackass on the freeway. Another drive thought it would be cool to drive 35mph. While attempting to merge right and take the 25th Street exit off 705, I had one of those odd moments. I saw that there was a white Jeep Cherokee that wanted to merge left off the ramp, so I slowed down. They slowed down. I waited a moment for them to notice that I was slowing and merge in front of me. They didn’t. Frustrated, I dropped into second and floored it past them.
I think everyone but me got their license from a box of Cracker Jacks™.