Semis. I HATE SEMIS. I know they are essential in so many ways, but I think they should have their own highways. Maybe I am just in my car WAY too much, in fact I know I am. My car used to be Prism Pete, in honor of Purdue Pete, but now Prism Pete has become PRISON PETE. Because my car is my prison and I have nothing better to do than bitch about semis. Sad.
They are just so inconsiderate. One cut me off yesterday, forced me off onto the shoulder, then had the nerve to FLIP ME OFF.
Sometimes I think I am on The Truman Show. But I guess it would be called The Bethany Show. Like there is some master mind up there watching me, and he doesn't want me to get to my destination. He creates obstacles and annoyances to entertain the masses and drive higher ratings.
Oooh, I get to speed up to 50. I get going at a great pace, and wouldn't you know it? Some crack-head semi driver signals he is getting over just as I am approaching the back end of his trailer. I am forced to slam on my brakes and waste more gas, time and patience. Errrrrr! Arrrrrrrr! Gaaaaaaaak! I think I talk to myself more lately than other people, and my conversations usually go like this:
"Fucking dumb ass white trash mutherfucker! Drive, asshole, drive!!! I hate you! Get the fuck out of the way! You dirty bitch."
This can not be healthy.