Every day I get in my car I battle “road warriors.” I call them RW’s, as every time I drive it’s literally like a war on the road.
Perhaps it’s because I drive a little sports coupe 2-door.
Or maybe I appear like any other “ditsy chick” and my very presence on the road is an insult to their masculinity.
Either way, every day:
-if I go the speed limit, they’re riding my ass. They don’t change lanes, they just stay right behind me, revving their engines.
– if I pass them, and they see me, they immediately speed up and pass me, and while passing me look over so far that one has to wonder what it is they’re trying to scowl at. And they’re always scowling.
Point is: THIS CHILDISH SHIT IS DANGEROUS! THIS ISNT A MAD MAX MOVIE! BUT DONT THINK I WONT DON THE OUTFIT AND KICK YOUR ASS IN THE THUNDER DOME IF NEED BE!