You. Yea, you...that guy/girl who pulls up first to a light. You are personally responsible for how the remainder of my day will go. Yes, I know you are in front, and you will definitely make this light and you can afford to take your sweet time about it, but I'm about 10 cars back and I'd really like to NOT sit through 2 light cycles. So if you could hurry it up a little bit, and push a little harder on that right pedal I like to call the gas... we'll get along just fine.
There should be a freaking contract.
"I solemnly swear to do my very, very best to not prevent drivers behind me from making the light. Even if that means my car might make it up to 35 in this 1 block stretch, I trust my car will not spontaneously combust, and that my head will not explode from the force of all the speed I am accumulating so quickly."
Yes, I realize I could leave my house earlier and not have such a stressful morning drive every day. I really could, but I don't want to. I shouldn't have to. People should drive like they are actually going someplace and aren't about for a morning jaunt at 7 a.m. Just because you aren't running late today doesn't mean that all of us behind you didn't sleep through our alarms.
If you want to get to work that slowly, get a freaking bike.
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