when i'm stuck behind a passive/aggressive slowpokin' slug in traffic, i often imagine that somebody pulls along side of 'em and takes a "streetsweeper" automatic shotgun and fills 'em full of holes and leaves 'em a smokin' heap by the side of the road.
a few decades back- after a lousy day at work, i started my drive home in nasty rush-hour traffic when, exiting the [post] gate, some impudent woman in a hotrod mustang nearly amputated the front of my car in her rush to get ahead of me, making me stand on my brakes and making my nether region suck major seat-bottom, so i tailgated her within inches for the next mile, gripping the life out of my steering wheel and glaring at her in her rear-view mirror, thinking murderous thoughts about her and thinking "MURDER!! !"- when, to my surprise, she suddenly pulled off to the side of the road and let me pass her, and when i turned around to look at her, she quickly turned away and ducked beneath her dashboard. evil, i know. we all have our moments.