I hope your silver minivan gets a flat tire, you evil robot...
Venting. On my way home from the gym tonight, I was driving along, at 55mph, and the posted speed limit is 45, so I was doing my fair share of booking it. There was no one near me, and I happen to glance in my rear view mirror and see a speeding silver minivan coming out of nowhere in the lane next to me, like a bat out of hell (I felt compelled to throw in a little Meat Loaf quote).
For some unknown, stupid, moronic, imbecilic, arrogant, domination-minded, anger-management-needing reason, the asshole speeds up to at least 70, just to pull right in front of me in my lane. He had no reason to do that. Stop it you dim-witted, base androids. Did you really have to speed up, endanger your life, my life, and everyone else's because you needed to be ahead of everyone? Are you angry you simpleminded cyborg because you have to drive a minivan? Is that it?
Deep breath. OK, now I feel better. Just as this incident was taking place, the radio happened to be playing Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots Pt. 1 by The Flaming Lips, which I thought was more than apropos!
--Fortuitous Observer
