Please Don't Make Me Take Out The Golf Clubs

I've been here in Salt Lake City for a year now and I have the worst road rage. I've lived in heavily populated cities such as San Diego, Boston and Washington D.C. and never had it so bad. I've almost gotten out of my car twice in the last 4 months but remembered about my son in the backseat. I don't understand why people continue to think they have the right of way on a right hand turn when the left hand lane has a green light. I know they see the cars coming but either they have a deathwish or some fantasy that their Ford Tarus can go faster than my German automobile.

Today when the bitch in the Audi A6 turned right and I honked my horn since she should have waited, Why Oh Why did she look guilty but yet start doing a hard brake that made me stop inches from her bummer? This situation makes me miss my Toyota Corolla that burned 2 quarts of oil a week but didn't care if it tapped other car's bumpers. But sadly, my German machine's bumper is costly and my rage was quickly curtailed by visions of dollar signs the dealership would say the repair would cost. I learned that from the 4 inch bolt in the road left by probably some irresponsible construction gentleman that lodged in one wheel cracking it so it couldn't be repaired.

I guess I need to avoid left turns and roads with bolts haphazardly in them. I'll just map my routes so I only take right hand turns and drive 5 mph searching for nails and bolts. I'm sure that will be a great alternative. Otherwise, I am putting my husband's golf clubs back in the car and taking them out at the next person who doesn't think and drive at the same time. My first thought was to start throwing my coffee at cars.. but Beans and Brews is too expensive and delicious to waste.

All I want is to be able to go from point A to point B without wanting to beat the shit out of these stupid people. Yeah Yeah.. I need to let it go, I KNOW.