truth wears pants.

So, what do you say when someone angers you to the point of near explosion? The other day, I was minding my own business driving my car. The lane in front of me was ending and I thought to myself, " It would be a good idea to merge so i don't die." Apparently the old man beside me thought it would be better that I die. I made the decision to get in front of the man (who was driving incredibly slowly). I sped up, and he did the same. Now I have not tested the limits of my new car's speed yet and was nervous that I should slow down and accept defeat. This is not the way of a driver from Pennsylvania. To be vanquished by an old Ohio driver a.k.a. moron would be, to say the least, humiliating. As the needle on my speedometer and tachometer climbed, my pulse raced and sweat began to pour. The speed limit was already smashed to pieces and we were nearing it's double. At last as the road began to merge, my rear bumper passed his front and victory was mine. This was truly a race and when it was over I was left saying to myself, "what?"At this point I was prepared to let it go. The old man seemed happy to as well until I looked into my review mirror and saw him again. He was traveling unbelievably under the speed limit and had a line of cars building up behind him. Needless to say I was mad... I probably was not so much mad at old guy, as much as I was mad at living in stupid Ohio with motorists who, like old guy, are pretty much the biggest morons I have ever encountered. I forgave the guy. I'm not bitter. I swear.