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I normally work a 7-7, whether it's night-shift or day-shift. Since I wasn't feeling well...again, boss sent me home early. Every which way I went, traffic. Slow, anxious people stop and starting... traffic. I'm doing my thing, 1st gear letting it ride. I must have passed the same guy 22 times with his speeeed up!!!! Slow down! It's like it's a throttle, not a on/off switch. Anyways....
After I got to local roads, in which I have about another 15 minute commute, I started getting antsy. Started pretending I was a race car driver, shifting uncessesarily, was doing the Ace Ventura bouncing in the seat even though the road was smooth. Then it got real bad. I started looking at people like everyone does when you pass them. But I'd slowly approach their car, sneak a peek, and when they as they would look over I'd look forward real quick so as to not make eye contact and speed up.... Rinse and repeat.
This one lady was on the cell phone, so I put my hand up to my face and started having a conversation about how I'm always on the phone when I'm driving cause I don't have the patience to sit and drive, I need someone to talk to, and I'm road hazard to everyone else.
I was using an accent too, and Indian accent (Zaif - I said Chair and Z-TV!), but speaking spanish words... I was cracking up.
Anyways - I hate traffic. And I'm crazy.
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