Driving home from work yesterday, I went along McNicol… a 50Km zone area.

I had the unfortunate, yet very familiar, experience of having a very eager, frustrated young driver following the ass of my car like he was planning to run me over. ANY driver would agree… they like to have the ass of their car be left the hell alone.

Am I allowed to say ‘ass’ here? I guess I’ll find out…

The problem was that it wasn’t exactly like I could go anywhere. There was a car just infront of me and a car on the next lane beside me, though a little more ahead. I was boxed it. Completely.

Yet said eager-beaver, hot-headed, big-ego young driver with the suped up car (oh yes… how could I forget to add the fact that his car was indeed suped up) made a quick transition to the next lane and started to bugger up towards the other car.

I shook my head and just continued to drive at the proper pace.

And then, as if the heavens above opened up and cascaded it’s rays upon me, I found myself passing the suped up car and it’s young, hot-headed driver, pulled over to the side with a cop car behind it.

There is a God… I just knew it. And she’s doing a damn fine job. :)

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