Mondays will never be the same
I start up my old beater of a car, back out of the drive and head for the interstate and the start of the 57 minute commute to the office. The office is such a stretch, its more like a small jail cell, and they have the nerve to call it a "cubicle". I turn right onto the on ramp and accelerate to speed and merge into traffic, which there is hardly any of with it being so early. The car in front of me slams on the brakes and then swerves wildly to the left with horns blaring, I have only...