Driving home from work yesterday I was reminded that other people’s driving habits frequently drive me crazy. To be fair, I’m not the perfect driver and I’m sure I have some driving habits that others aren’t that fond of. My biggest peeve when it comes to drivers? Tailgaters, and I don’t mean the ones partying in arena parking lot before the big game. I pay particular attention when I’m travelling through construction zones like the one on 18th Street Northbound through the curves where it’s down to one lane. Yes I see you, yes I understand you have places to be, and yes I understand you want me to go faster even though I’m already doing the speed limit. You can’t seriously believe that I’d be willing to pay a double fine for speeding just because you didn’t give yourself enough time to get to where you need to be. Know this, tailgaters actually prompt me to slow down more and more until the person behind me gets the message and backs off and I will get a great amount of pleasure out of it even though you’re honking like a madman and flipping me the bird. Oh, and don’t even get me started on merge lanes.
