Damn Women Drivers

Yes, You read right!! Okay, I am a woman myself but I can drive my ass off. It is rare that one finds a woman like me who can handle a car like nobody's business. But anyway, let's get to the gist of my rant. I was scheduled for a meeting today and I decided to drive downtown which I rarely if ever do. So I'm minding my own damn business driving along when this bitch pulls up on the side of me in her big azz mini-van and tries to boguard her way in front of me. I do have my nice moments when I have no problem letting people in but I get pissed off when I do that and they fail to acknowledge my good deed with a thanks, wave of the hand, nod of the head or something. This bitch got on my last nerves because she didn't ask if she could cut in. She was just inching her way in (after she pulled up on the side of me mind you) and the bitch had this look like "yeah you are gonna let me in" but I had something for her ass. We were coming to a bridge and she needed to get over to continue on so while we are stopped this broad is matching me inch for inch trying to get her way in while I'm like" not today chica". She is moving on up and I am moving on up and like I said, she wasn't getting in front of me, not this day. I move on into position and do you know this bitch has the nerve to lean on her damn horn. What the hell? Since when did I become obligated to let a bitch in who pulls up along side me and tries to pass me. I see her through my mirror, lips just a flappin', so I kindly flip her off a few times while bobbin' my head to Webby and some "Gimme dat girl". This chick is still yappin' so I turn down my music and say "bitch learn how to drive because it will be a cold day in hell before you cut in front of me". I just get pissed off when people do shit like that and if I wasn't in the middle of the morning rush hour traffic I would've pulled over, club in hand, and dared that bitch to open her yap. I am really bad about things like that. I have a bad case of road rage and I know I better chill out before I step to the wrong person. Man the stories I could tell about what I've done in the name of a road rage.