The following is an open letter to the driver of a black BMW whom I encountered this morning.
Dear Fellow Driver,
I'm sure you are in a hurry, like most people on the road. Your shiny car with the big V8 just aches to get up to speed quickly, and you just have to be doing at least twice the speed limit to be happy, but, was it really necessary to speed up, cut me off, then almost come to a complete stop just to turn into the gas station before me? Is my Dodge so horrible that you couldn't wait the three extra seconds to make the turn after I did? I'm curious as to what was going through your mind, and what possessed you to pull off such a risky move, and then have the nerve to flip me off when I blew the horn at you. If you're wondering why I blew the horn, it was to alert you that you almost bought a portion of my Magnum, and you almost caused some unsuspecting driver behind me to almost meet my bumper. It turns out your efforts were all just a plot to get to one of the gas pumps before someone else.
Sincerely,
A concerned driver
This is by no means a dig at anyone driving an expensive car, it's just me, venting my frustrations.