Road rage

The thing I hate about driving to work is the other idiots on the road.

I quite like driving most of the time. But commuting... meh.

So it's grey and spitting, that kind of rain that leaves the road slick and obscures your view but doesn't do anything useful (like fall in the catchment areas for starters).

And I'm in the "fast" (furtherest to right) lane, doing 110kph (10 over the speed limit) and sitting next to a large truck that I'm trying to get past.

And this fuckwit comes and sits right up my arse and then starts flashing me.

OK, dickhead, I've got a semi to one side and a concrete bollard to the other.

Where exactly do you want me to go?!?!

So I slowed down to the speed limit and tapped the brakes (road code for "get off my arse you moron".)

And he flashes me again.

So I sit on 100kph, refuse to move and cut off the truck (which I'm now about 5 metres in front of) and stay in the lane.

So he gets even further up my arse, cuts the truck off (truck flashes him), then swerves back in front of me (no indicator) and tries to cut me off.

Which I'd predicted and dropped off to 95, so as to give him enough space.

I refuse to die for fuckheads who can't fucking drive.

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I got a new student...

And this one's sane!

Actually he's pretty good (day 2). And really enthusiastic in a good, rather than creepy, way.

And no G-string!

Bonus...