So on my way to work this morning I bumped into an old friend. You all probably know this guy also; his name is Horn Tooting Tommy.

I am very fortunate, as I have a 2 minute commute to work through a very small town. Most of the people on the side of the road still wave every morning even if they don’t know your name.

On my way to work every morning I encounter at least one of two school busses. Each one causes a small traffic backup. Now to some of you out there a traffic backup can go for miles and miles, this is not the case here, we are talking like 30 cars.

So I’m in the car this morning listening to the news on the radio when I reach the spot I always get stuck waiting for the school bus, no big deal I have time to kill. I’m on a side street trying to pull onto the main road, School Bus is coming down the road to my left (about to put on the stop lights) and I have a Mac Truck pulling a trailer to my right. Knowing that the bus was going to be stopping and not ever pulling out in front of a vehicle that can use me as a speed bump I stopped. Well behind me Horn Tooting Tommy felt the need to let me know he disapproved of my decision to stop. There are few things that really enrage me while driving; HORN TOOTING IS ONE OF THEM. There is a time and a place for it, kid in the road, sure toot your horn, Hey I’m about to hit you, Toot your Horn, but when I stop for a school bus and a big frigging truck WRONG ANSWER!!!! Horn Tooting Tommy was obviously up to late watching eagerly to see if Hilary took Indiana, and had been sipping out of his stupid cup all morning long to wake himself up since he was now late for work. While sitting patiently waiting for traffic to clear and sipping from my cup, I now pull out onto the main road at a nice slow pace. I have found that while fully engulfed in road rage it’s better to drive slow and piss off the person behind me otherwise I would more than likely follow Horn Tooting Tommy to work, pull him out of this car and beat him to within an inch of his life with a crowbar!! Driving slowly and watching him freak out is much more therapeutic than jail time. I’m driving 20 MPH in a 40 MPH zone, taking my sweet time, watching Tommy through his hands in the air, giving me the finger and riding my bumper. I’m amused. It’s not like he doesn’t know I’m doing it on purpose. I put my blinker on to pull into work, half hoping he pulls in after me to say something (Sip Sip Road Rage still there), but he doesn’t he just whips past me and speeds away.

For Tommy’s sake I hope the effects of the Cup wear off at some point today. There are others out there that drink much more heavily from the Cup than I do.

Just remember A Sip for A Sip doesn’t make it right