I can't find my fruit!

It's only when I'm behind the wheel of my van that I lose my temper. Like...really lose my temper. If I'm going to lose a 'fruit', it will be then. Because there are two things I honestly cannot stand.

1. Bad drivers.
2. Stupid people.
   

It's even worse when all the stupid people are bad drivers!

• I don't understand how people can drive so slowly, like they are the only person on the road. They drive so slow, slower than half the speed limit. I want to honk and of course I'm raving in my own car where they can't hear me.
• When you are cruising along doing the speed limit, listening to your radio and sqeeeeek! someone decides to pull out into the lane in front of you, at the last second, and they don't speed up. Instead, they cause you to slam on your brakes, and be forced to go 20 in a 35 mph zone.
  
• Hmm, have you ever wondered how a 4 way stop works? Apparently there are a lot of people who don't know how one works because when we all get there, we have to sit for 30 seconds nodding, 'no you', uh, 'no you'. Then there is the 'dance' where you go a little, but change your mind because you see them going so you brake again. But they're doing the exact same thing. Then you might do the nodding, 'no you' again.
  I figured out 4 way stops. Whoever gets there first wins!! I see a 4 way stop coming, I race to get there first so I can go first without all the nodding and dancing. If I don't win, I go anyway if they start with the nodding or car dancing.
  

Getting my kids from two different schools this year makes for...well an interesting lesson in patience.

• What gets me the most is when you're in the pick up/drop off line and the person ahead of you is slowly, unloading her ONE child, -who isn't wearing their jacket so let's put that on, -and oh wait! Your backpack needs to be zipped up. -Oh! We forgot your hat! -Unzip the backpack, -snuggle on that hat! -Zip that pack back up! -Here's your lunchbox. -Wait! -Give me a big kiss!- Who's your best mom? -That's right! -You have a good day sweetie. -Stand there for twelve seconds watching ONE child walk six feet from the car into the building. -Oh! My! I'm still standing here!! -kind of person.

Perhaps it's because I don't do that. I have my kid ready to go, I kissed him that morning, he's wearing his hat, I say, "I <3 U! Hav A l33t d4y!" Sometimes my kid is lucky if I let the van stop rolling so he can get out. (gross exaggeration, but I never said I didn't exaggerate.)
I sometimes pray to God that He'll send down a little lightening bolt just to them to wake them up to the fact that, "HEY THERE ARE 4 CARS BEHIND YOU IN LINE." -says the Almighty with a pinch like an electrifying bolt from the sky. And I have plenty of time to pray waiting for them to unload or load up.

I guess I consider a kind of rude-ness. It's rude because they're not thinking of the other people behind them wanting to get by, or yeah, be on time!

And let's not get started on the people at the bank...ohh, or merging into the freeway!!

In all honesty, I'm one of the most well-mannered people you will ever meet...until I get into my car, then I'm a demon. Yes. I admit it.

/end rant thanks for listening.