Dear black f-250 diesel with the lead foot,
I'm sorry that when it came time for the lanes to merge you had to slam on your brakes because of the parked cars on the side of the road would not let you pass me. Then for following behind me so close so that the traffic in front of me would move faster, and that when we came to the stop sign that everyone else was just blowing though, I obeyed the law and stopped causing you to come with in inches of hitting me and blowing your horn at me. But it was nice of you that when it changed into two lanes again you had the time to drive up next to me and tell me a thing or two through your tinted window that was a quarter the way down and through mine as well that were all the way up because it was raining.
- the silver wagon.