I see you in my rear view mirror. You gesticulate wildly in frustration when I don't go as fast as you would like me to. You shake your head in disapproval and disbelief that such an idiot exists, one who actually drives the speed limit. I wonder what your life is like that you're so easily angered. Believe it or not, I was once like you. Until I realized what I was doing to myself. Your impotent rage accomplishes nothing. Tantrums and flipping people off? Really?! It's sad. But kind of amusing. Which I'm guessing is not the reaction you're going for. Wake up and chill the fuck out before you go insane. Also, maybe leave the house five minutes earlier.