Driving, this is in no particular order, though the last is most definitely one that really gets my goat, chicken and any barnyard animal you could name. In no particular order,

  1. Driving long distances. Of course I live in the wrong place to dislike driving long distances, getting a hair cut means driving around 5 miles, hanging out with a friend usually entails 45 minutes on the freeway. Not something I look forward to considering I love the convenience of Colombo or London, the former with everything in a 5 mile radius and the latter with its public transport system.
  1. Traffic. It’s a weird thing about SoCal that most places no matter how close within about a 40 mile radius will take 45 minutes to an hour to get to, no matter if its 10 or 40 miles away. It’s a law, like Newton’s or Murphy’s; in fact a lot like the latter. There have been those other wonderful times when it’s taken me around 4 hours to drive a distance that usually took me 45 minutes, road rage suddenly became understandable.
  1. Long, boring freeways involved in driving those said distances. Boring makes me fall asleep, not a good idea when driving. Usually involves glass embedded in one’s face and trying to explain to a bemused cop as to how you didn’t realize there was no exit ramp where you decided to take leave of the freeway. Usually at an hour at which I prefer to either be sleeping or drunk. 
  1. People who brake for everything. Seriously, did you not learn any physics in school? Take your fucking foot off the gas; there is absolutely no need to mash on your brakes everytime you want to slow down. I bitch about this because when one eager beaver lights up those little red lights at the back of their trusty steed, every other dip shit decides to brake as well. End result, traffic slows down, I get frustrated.
  1. Last but not least, people who don’t realize the meaning of the ‘fast lane.’ It is not a place to be doing the speed limit, it is a lane meant for people who want to mosey around a bit faster and allow them to pass slower traffic. And it’s almost always a Chinese person at the wheel of a slow car in the fast lane, or a wrinkly old sudda. The experience of tearing along care freely on the fast lane and almost riding up the back of some idiot pootling along smelling the sunflowers without exception makes me want one of the fine instruments depicted below.

Rant over….