Have you ever been driving down the road when you had the almost uncontrollable urge to pull over, grab another driver by the shirt and shake them until they promised to become a better driver? Or is it that just me?

Every morning, and again every afternoon, I make the 20-minute drive to and from work, and every day, it seems there are more people on the road who don’t know how to drive.

I won’t sit here pretending to be the world’s best driver. I’ve crashed a couple times, although I will point out that deer I hit was obviously suicidal, and the time I slammed on the brakes on icy roads and managed to crash in between the light pole and the tree, while the police said that was the best crashing they’d ever seen. In any event, those accidents taught me a lesson, and now there are some roads I refuse to drive on from November until March. (They’re obviously cursed.) The point is, I know my limitations.