Everyone is a Piranha.
Myself, your neighbour, that guy that pulls up beside you, then pulls his car forward an inch more, only to take a glance over, cause a brief stare down, then continues with this lame exit as his tires squeal. Man that pisses you off.
It’s not a right turn on a RED for you; you’re still stuck at GREEN. Your knuckles turn white as you grasp the steering wheel, wanting to drive aggressively forward; you press the gas pedal down, for a moment you feel a release, a small amount of tension surges through your leg, then foot. Your heart relaxes, your cheeks sage, your eyes drift but you’re using peripheral vision to spot a colour change. Suddenly, GREEN. You’re the first to hit the gas, as if it proves your ability to be an astute driver.
I bet all the other drivers right now are thinking the same thing as you. You’re insane, now go home and listen to Yanni.
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