Seriously, Taffie?

I have a lifelong question.

Why is everybody in such a damn hurry?

I’m not talking about running five minutes late for work. I’m talking about the people doing 85, weaving through traffic like they’re qualifying for NASCAR, riding your bumper when you’re already going over the speed limit, and apparently believing a turn signal is classified information.

And Arizona… we need to talk. 😂

I lived in Las Vegas for years. LAS VEGAS. A city where questionable decisions are practically part of the tourism package. And somehow I don’t remember driving there feeling quite as much like a survival exercise.

Here, apparently, the speed limit is merely a suggestion.

And the carpool lane?

Oh, you mean the “me, myself and I count as three people” lane? 😂

What gets me isn’t even just the speeding. It’s the attitude behind it. I need to get there first. Move. You’re in my way.

Meanwhile, the rest of us would just like to arrive alive with our insurance premiums intact.

Seriously, people… where are you going that is THAT important?