The Soapbox Archives:
I was driving in a funeral procession in Wellesley on the 13th. Some dumbass cut me off as the line of cars was turning a corner. Instead of being stuck at the end of a slow-moving line of cars, he was now stuck in the *middle* of a long line of slow-moving cars.
Some little red Prius zoomed by me the morning after the storm on the 18th. He/she must have been doing over 70 on Route 2. I saw the snow flying off the roof into the trailing cars. I somehow managed to get ahead of it in Bedford and it managed to block the intersection so cars couldn't get through their green light?
The irony of it all? It had a bumper sticker that said "Drive nicely".