Dear Sunday Driver who was in front of me Monday on a single lane, no passing road:
It wasn't your fault I was late for an appointment as we drove along that road. That’s why instead of tailgating you, I kept a safe and courteous distance from the back of your car. But I wanted to fly over your vehicle or bump you out of my way.
The many speed limit signs we passed bore this number: 30. The number my speedometer hit while following you: 20. That’s thirty-three percent less than the allowed acceleration! Bet you’ve never gotten a speeding ticket. I know I never will as long as I am behind you.