Not like full on rage. More like road potty mouth..
Ok I always have potty mouth. I just can't prevent myself from verbalizing my distaste for shitty driving.
Today while cleaning Big Bertha our I realized my 3 year old likely thinks driving is solely accomplished by yelling profanities at other drivers. He does not even turn the wheel. He simply yells at imaginary drivers he's mad at.
Waving his little fist he's all "Hey you truck watch it?" then lord help me he yelled "Hey you crazy bitch where are you going?"
I know I know... boy gotta start sitting in the back of the van cause lets face it its doubtful at my age that I am suddenly gonna stop cursing the other drivers. The rage is real. The struggle is hard.