Living in Connecticut, you are accustomed to the back roads. By back roads I mean single lane windy roads. These roads can often be tough to handle. While the scenery consists of beautiful trees and houses, being stuck behind a slow driver can ruin your day.

Just the other day I was caught in this daunting situation. I was driving to my job in Fairfield from Danbury which is quite a distance. I was running on time, or so I thought. I was unfortunately stuck behind a Subaru. This Subaru was slow as molasses. This guy was barely touching the gas and hitting the breaks as much as possible. He either thought the breaks were the gas pedal, or he was hammered at 10:00 in the morning.

This Subaru was also one of those Subaru’s that he customized. He had a noisy muffler, an unnecessary spoiler on the back and tinted windows. Basically, I hated this idiot even before I realized how slow he was going. I didn’t catch this guys face, but I can almost guarantee he would be wearing a flat brimmed monster hat, two-dollar gas station sunglasses and a tank top.

Anyways, this guy was going 30mph in a 45mph zone. There was no where to pass because every fifteen yards was a blind turn. I was stuck behind this asshole and I had no choice but to pray that he would make a turn. Now, I hate when people ride my ass on the road, I think it’s rude and obnoxious. But, with him going this slow, you bet I was up this guy’s ass.

Being behind someone going that slow is the definition of cringe worthy. Driving behind him made me go insane. I was clutching my steering wheel, rocking back and forth from impatience and for a brief moment I wanted to ram my car into the back of his dumb ass. It wasn’t until he turned left and got out of my way that I realized this guy turned me into a monster. I actually lost my mind for the duration I was behind him. If the purge was real, this guy would have been at the top of my list in that moment.

Next time you get stuck behind a slow driver think about your reactions after the fact. I can guarantee you that you laugh at how crazy something so minor can make you feel. Or maybe it’s just me.