So you take pole position at the red light. The light turns red and there you go at 15 mph. The speed limit is 25.

You are now staling 14 cars deep. We all see you are sorta trying. It's sad though really. Trying to keep up with traffic, but NOT trying to move over and maybe get on the sidewalk for a second, so the rest of us now 23 cars can pass your trendy tight key chained ass.

When I pass you, finally, I want to throw body fluid on you. Badly.

Sometimes I do.

Fuck you in the eyeball.