Road Rage Monster...

Yes. I have one inside me.

Here's the thing about driving: If you are an idiot, you shouldn't be behind the wheel. Am I going a little over the top? No.

Either I am the most unlucky driver that has ever plodded across earth's surface, or we have an extremely high number of idiots on the road. I'm still trying to figure this out.

Half the people who cut in front of me have a license plate from a different state. Oh, I get it, so you forget how to drive when you're outside of your home state. Hmm ... I feel sorry for you. If driving outside of your own state is too much of a problem for you, then, guess what? Bingo. You shouldn't be behind the wheel.

I understand people make mistakes driving; I have made multiple mistakes while driving, and have since corrected those problems accordingly. But the number of imbeciles that jut and swerve and screech along the open road every day makes the Road Rage Monster come out in me.

When did the Road Rage Monster spawn inside of me, you ask? Ever since the number of mindless-inchworm drivers started cropping up like baby rabbits, especially around the grand state of Arkansas.

Here are the top things that spark the emerging of the Road Rage Monster:

1. You are driving 5 to 10 miles per hour under the speed limit.
2. You cut out in front of me because the "Stupid Monster" tickled your brain.
3. If you have a stereo system blasting that could wake my dead grandfather.
4. Stopping to take a gander at something meaningless, thus causing a line of traffic that stretches a half mile.
5. Jabbering on your cell and not noticing you're on the center line.

I hope I can identify with some of you out there. I know I'm not the only one with a Road Rage Monster.

I'm Out!

JCON