To the morons in the pick-ups and Suburbans that I commute with every morning:

Passing me is not going to make you get through Customs faster.Â? Flipping me off is not going to make the line any shorter.Â? Oh, and I don’t give a rat’s butt about you being in the Customs line ahead of me because… I DON’T HAVE TO GO THROUGH CUSTOMS, YOU MORON!!!!!!

So please just stay behind me and let me get to work.Â? And if you do pass me and get in front of me, try to go AT LEAST the speed limit (75).Â? If I get to work late, I’m calling over to Customs and having your butt stopped at the border.

Snuggles,
jen

(Not that I can make them stop you going through Customs but I’ll toss some energy and karma in that general direction.)