Some JA in an effing mini van gets in front of me occasionally on my morning commute. Drives 20 50mph. Until he gets on 4-lane then he drives 70. Smh. I have to follow him for several miles before a decent passing zone. So of course first chance i pass him, in 3rd gear because the m-effer always speeds up when I pass him. Yeah, we do this often enuff that he knows i'm going to pass.
Anyways, i speed off and am in still sitting in Harry when he gets to work parking lot (lol-yes, he works here too). Too funny. He is obviously curious who I am, or he's looking to get even. And he better hope it ain't the latter.
