forward concentrating on simply keeping my car between the bright, pure white line running broken down the highway. I keep my car within a few feet of the one in front of me, trying not to infringe upon danger but at the same time trying to keep mother murder behind me from laying on her horn. I look to my immediate left and see a bright red seemingly luxurious sedan inlaid with chrome and leather. The driver, a businessman in a fine suit, glances back at me with a look of impatience and anger. I can almost see the blood vessels exploding and rupturing in his eyes. The sweat beads upon his brow and he frantically reaches for his cellular phone, obviously late to some engagement of unknown importance. I awaken from my observance to the toot of a desperate horn. To my right a black sport utility vehicle has darted down from an onramp and is attempting to merge between my appendage, the blue marauder, and me. I can see the resentment in the mother’s eyes and I know that it is up to me to aid this fellow traveler in merging. I tap the brakes to slow down but before I can bleed five miles per hour off of our airspeed, the impatient mother behind me is laying on her horn, sounding her battle cry. At this moment she visualizes opportunity and seizes it. An opening has occurred in the left lane, she darts in and whizzes by me. I glance over just in time to catch her laying on the horn and reaching over carseats and influential children to give me the finger. The shrill shriek of her horn pierces my eardrums and elevates my growing headache to unknown celestial levels. I slide deeper into my seat attempting to hide from the terrors of the highway. Resting peacefully now that my minivan driving friend is gone, I quickly make the realization that my tranquillity will be short-lived. The next tyrant accelerates from behind me, pulling their ton of rusted, faded scrapmetal to within inches of my rear end, apparently not realizing that there is...
