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Friday, September 28, 2012
To the soccer mom on Magazine Hill
Traffic is crawling. No one is getting anywhere. I am already 75 percent into the lane in front of you, the lane is mine. But you somehow get it in your mind that somebody did you wrong, so you pass me. It is a good thing that I am not an aggressive driver, as I would not have time to prevent the accident that you just about started. Your actions were so embarrassing, the driver behind you tried to apologize with a shrugging gesture. —Defensive Driver
