Dear other drivers,
I am tired of being the one who is always-watchful as you come barreling off westbound I-90 at Exit 11. Rarely am I proven wrong when I suspect that you won’t stop at the end of the ramp. Glad for you that I have a good car with decent brakes and tires and THAT I AM A BETTER DRIVER THAN YOU ARE.
My horn is tired, my brakes shouldn’t suffer and you’re on notice: you have a freaking stop sign because you’ve reached the end of the off ramp. That means you STOP and look for traffic.
So instead of being grateful for my good car and my better-than-you driving skills, surprise me and actually STOP at the end of the ramp. I promise to smile and think kindly thoughts about you, which I promise you I do not do now.
To the woman who recently DID stop at the end of the ramp and then backed up the entire off-ramp (if you’re not dead somewhere since then): you are a complete idiot and I’m sure that you will be for the rest of your relatively short life. Stay far away from me.
The rest of you: Stop watching NASCAR and driving like you’re some hot shot pro driver. You’re not and you’re making commuting painful. A round trip commute is not a race track. Just stop.
