I thought that my rearview mirror had transformed itself into a magnifying mirror. I could almost distinguish the pores on the face of the guy driving behind me (it’s always a guy).
That wasn’t the case, of course. It was that the guy was driving so close to my rear bumper that it felt like he was going to roll over my car roof to go ahead. Swinging left and right, he was looking for a minuscule opportunity to squeeeeeeze between two cars.
Vrooom, Vrooom!
I hate tailgaters!!!!
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