"Beyond Spite"
On jackasses and mortgage lenders
I hate people who ignore signs to merge on the highway until the last minute. They get miles and miles of warning that construction is approaching, and yet there they go, zipping past us in the soon-to-disappear lane, right up until they’re about to hit an orange cone or a construction vehicle, and then they expect those of us who helpfully merged earlier to kindly let them in. It’s a tiny little thing, but it makes my bile rise as fast as the sound of George Bush’s voice.
The worst part is, I’m wrong.