I am beginning to think that my major life lessons might revolve around other drivers. And how they suck at how they drive. How many times have I had twits drive up into my backseat, weaving 2 inches away from my bumper as they are super exasperated with my driving and trying with all their might to annoy me? Unfortunately, you can't flip anybody the bird anymore. At least, not where I live. I only hope there is a special place in Heaven for people who drive like they got their licenses out of a box of Cracker Jack.
Editorial note: Significant portions of this blog entry have been deleted by the author after she considered that not all people who live and drive in Oakland are twits.