Driving to work, traffic on 405 was a nightmare. The guy in front of me, oblivious to the world around him, keeps cutting me off and refusing to let me merge. I'm at the end of my rope, stuck behind this cement truck, inching along at a snail's pace. Meanwhile, he's cruising along like the road belongs to him.

10h ago by anonymous | Report

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