People who drive are idiots. Maybe it's because I was gifted with actual reflexes and a sharp ability to actually turn the round thing in front of me called a STEERING WHEEL, but I don't seem to feel the need to slow to a freakin crawl during rush hour in an effort to catch the red light. Ah! And then they sit through a third of the green light when it finally comes. I can hear them wondering about it:

The.................light.................is.................green.................I.................wonder.................what.................
that.................means.


Oh,.................maybe.................I.................should.................go.




How.................do.................I.................go?




Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............................ Oh.................yeah,.................the.................gas.