Don't be surprised if you get squashed when you drive like an idiot.

I'm talking to you, the driver of the brown mercedes on the cross bronx expressway this morning, the one with the I 'heart' NY license plate MRS AY. When you cut in front of me at the last second, then jam on your brakes because the big truck that was in front of me had to come to a sudden stop, don't get irate at me when my front bumper ends up just a fraction of an inch from your back window. I had many thousands of pounds of gear in the back, and that amount of mass in motion just does not stop instantly. Frankly, I was bracing for the collision as I was romping on my brakes. Fortunately I was paying attention to your self-destructive maneuvers and had already started slowing down in case your jittery lane changing came my direction. You need to lay off the double espressos, meth and coke. You, and your car, will last a lot longer that way.

Yes, I had another 3am departure to drive a truckload of gear to New Jersey today. Ugh.