How cars on the freeway seem to always pass me
I somehow hate, those cars on the freeway that seem to pass you. You know the ones I am talking bout, right?
They're the ones you see coming up behind you, while their headlights bounce off your rear view mirror into your eyes. You glance down at your spedometer to make sure you didn't have a stroke and suddenly drop 30km/h in speed to account for such a loss of distance between your vehicle and theirs, only to find out that it indeed wasn't the case. When you look back again, that red Nissan Pulsar (which has quite obviously seen better days) has closed in on you and is now starting the over-taking procedure as if you doing the speed limit was a hinderance to him in someway. God forbid the Police show up to rightfully book his ass not because he's endangering the major public but because he had the nerve to overtake you, infront of your girlfriend, Who the fuck does he think he is? -- but no, he speeds on past you while you feel like an idiot, to add insult to injury hes blarring "Sexy Bitch" over his speakers which is probably worth more than the car itself.
Meanwhile you are left clutching your steering wheel, nails digging in, teeth grinding while wondering why when you speed up to overtake someone who truly is a moron by car driving standards (which isn't an exclusive club to become a member of these days), a cop somehow manages to clock you, pull you over and catch you with an unregistered vehicle along with a kidnap victim in the boot. Seems everyone else has all the luck...
God how I hate cars on the freeway who pass me... I hate them so very much.
