Driving
Old people. Teens. Women of all ages. Men who think their genitalia is a compass. Men more interested in their surroundings, in that woman in a skirt. Men more interested in the car itself, in other people's cars. People trying to impress other people with their ability to do dumb things. Drunks, drugs addicts, dreamers with dilated pupils, and delayed reaction times. Children with no regard for the law. Children chasing after balls. Pets that have escaped. People who are indecisive. People in inclement weather. People texting, cause god forbid you miss a text. People going too fast. People not going fast enough. People not using their turn signals. People not coming to a complete stop, people not even yielding. People not understand that other people aren't going where they're going. People going when it's not their turn. People not knowing where they're going. People who have never been here before. People from out of state. People parking where they shouldn't, how they shouldn't, parking in ways that make it impossible for other people to park. People without their lights on. People with their brights on. People who left their lights on. People more interested in the music on. People with dvds playing. People talking on their rv radios. People fiddling with knobs, and levers, and the temperature of the air being blown on them, fiddling with the angle of their seat. People in the backseat who think they know better. People asking, "Are we there yet?", knowing that we are in fact not there yet. People distracting their lovers with their hands, with mouths. People laying on their horns. People flipping other people the bird. People being pulled over. Pigs masquerading as human beings, judging people on things they admittedly do themselves. Signs and lines and things, and numbers and shapes and things, that we have all agreed mean things, and have all agreed to ignore.