Yesterday was better than forecast, so I'm glad that you had a chance to take the top down on your red Miata. Don't believe what everyone else says, btw: your bald spot only shows from the back.
I'm sorry to report that the lady who pulled out in front of you wasn't really a danger to your shiny red midlife-crisis-mobile, so I don't think you had to make hand gestures at her, nor did you need to contort your face into an exasperated rictus. If you get that bent out of shape at 2 p.m. on Memorial Day, you're probably going to stroke out if someone cuts you off this morning on the way to work.
So chill out, my middle-aged friend. And meditate on this: perhaps if you were a bit more tolerant and forgiving, you wouldn't be riding alone in your little red toy on a beautiful sunny afternoon.
