Road Rage
Work this week had been an absolute beast. Deadline after deadline had to be met, meaning I worked overtime almost every day since Monday, but it was finally over. Last thing I did at the office before clocking out was requesting some time off, I deserved a long weekend after this hell. Thankfully my boss agreed. I sat in traffic, itching to get home where I could just grab a beer, park myself on the couch, and waste all the time I wanted. I had video games to play and movies to binge, the last bastion between them and me was miles of bumper-to-bumper traffic. We inched forward, slowly but surely, and soon enough we were moving at a decent pace. I'd just breathed a sigh of relief when some asshole in an expensive looking car cut me off as he weaved in and out between lanes. I slammed on my brakes so as to not rear-end the jackass. My last thread of patience snapped and I honked my horn at him repeatedly. I doubt he even heard me through the trap music blasting from his car, and he ...