Dickhead

Sorry, dickhead. You’re welcome to shoot past me at 80mph while angrily staring out the window at me if you like. I’m just going to sit here like a lump, in the right lane, going five below. I’m not giving you any reasons to pull me over. I’m not handing out any of those today. You’re just going to have to ruin somebody else’s evening for driving a little too fast. You’re going to have to find another way to meet your quota.