I have pet peeves. Everyone does, it's a matter of conflicting brainpans. One in particular is the posture that one takes when following me somewhere in their car. I typically see two camps; the lollygaggers and the tailgaters. Tailgaters I have no problem with; I don't mind bumper cars, and it lets me work on my close-quarter emergency maneuvers.
Lollygaggers, though, should beware. If you don't know where you are going, be prepared to stop at a gas station and ask for directions. These people will lag behind, sometimes going 10mph less than the posted speed limit, and can't be bothered to try to make stoplights when it is VERY FREAKING CLEAR that I am going to make the light, even though I'm travelling at somewhere between the speeds of sleep and sloth to try to keep the caravan together.
So be warned, lollygaggers; just because we have cell phones doesn't mean we have to answer them.
The Boddishatva of the Underworld
Makes you want to flick that tongue!
