I hate every stinking bastard who feels that it is necessary to lay on their horn the second that the light turns green. Like waiting one extra second is going to inconvenience them so much that they have to be obnoxious about it. For all of you who are guilty of this. Slow down, you'll get there. And, after you pass me on the right, I'll meet you at the next red light.
Confession posted on 10/20/2001