I drove 200 miles to the Adirondacks, and 200 miles back. And, boy, is my middle finger tired.
No, not really. I am not the type to flip off other drivers. I’m the type to think exceedingly unkind thoughts about other drivers. Also, I am the type to stereotype them based on their states of origin.
In fact, during my 10 hours of driving I came up with a set of messages for my fellow Northeastern motorists, customized by state:
to Vermont drivers: Hurry up!
to New York drivers: Slow down!
to New Jersey drivers: Back off!
to Massachusetts drivers: *&^# off!