Dear idiot who was ahead of me on Storrow Drive and, then, for far too long on I-93:
I know you are an inconsiderate, self-indulgent idiot because only a farking idiot would be driving a car with a handicapped placard while talking on the damned *cell phone* and straddling the right-hand lane marker (while in the far *left* lane) in a car where she could not see over the farking dash board because she was too bloody short (and did nothing to boost herself up).
My gratitude when you finally moved over a lane (and scared everyone in the vicinity by not putting on a blinker *or* appearing to be concerned with how many people you nearly hit on the way) knew no bounds.
Do *not* like you.
Get off my road, and stay off.
No love,
Me