So the first real week of work is done, and let me just say, THE SPEED LIMIT IS 45 ALONG THERE, NOT 35. One day we’re going to stop at a light, and I’m going to get out of my car and TELL you that. (Except that I’m a 5′ tall girl and I might end up dead).

I can tell you want to go faster. You drive 40, and occasionally creep up past that, but then you slam on the brakes, as you realize you’re getting too far from 35. I know you really want the speed limit to be 45, I just don’t know why you don’t read all the many speed limit signs that say 45.

So I’m going to instead figure out your license number and report you to the commuters’ board of health, because it just can’t be legal for you to act so stupid while we’re commuting, can it?

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