warm and fuzzy

Yesterday left me tired and spent physically. Today drained my patience. The mouth-breathers I work with infuriate me. To quote an episode of South Park, "they took our jobs!" One would think unionized labor would understand the needs and desires of a person trying to provide for their family. Apparently that doesn't extend to non-English speakers from south of our border. The only thing that gets me hotter under the collar is when someone expects me to get out their way on a road when I'm on my bike. I've gotten into verbal and physical discussions over the years over the placement of my tires. While I like my off-road time, I enjoy the pavement more. If some cage driver can't take their foot off the gas for the half of a second needed to let an oncoming car pass then they've got bigger problems then my being on the road "in their way." I've had to use my fists to make my position clear in the past and I'm more than ready to show some SUV driving knob my perspective if they exit their cage.

And 50 in the 25 zone that is my neighborhood will definitely get them a beating.

Assholes. And there's a special place in hell for the lot of them.