I'm not usually like this. No really!

It's been a long week and it's not over yet. I'm at that level of tired where I forget to bring things to work with me. Today it was my pen. Last week it was my belt. I was pulling my pants up all day. I just realized, I haven't done the payroll yet.

Alright, the payroll is done. That didn't take long. So, I'm driving in to work today. I'm stopped at the light. The road narrows from two lanes to one a very short distance ahead. There's a car next to me in the lane that merges into mine after the light. The light turns green, we go. The guy next to me pulls ahead and merges into my lane. Fine. But then a pickup truck driven by some proletariat asshole approaches from behind, again in the other lane, and tries to pull ahead of me and merge in front of me! Well I'm that kind of tired where I just snap! I scream at the top of my lungs, "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" and slam the steering wheel. I stomp the gas pedal to the floor and roar ahead. I pull even as we approach the point where there just aren't two lanes anymore. I have no intention of yielding and it's either we collide, he pulls into the oncoming lane, or he backs down. He backed down. 8 cylinders beat 6 cylinders. My testosterone beat his testosterone. He forgot Poland. I don't feel any sense of triumph. I'm still tired. And he's still an asshole. And maybe I am, too.
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