Had a short drive today, but Papa said I've improved a lot from last week. It was short only because my eyes were bothering me, and when my eyes bother me, I blink a lot. So I turned onto a street that would lead me back to the street my grandparents live on when this idiot drives up behind rather quickly (I mean really quickly). So I had to scoot over to the right to let them pass. Then I almost pulled into the driveway, my first time doing it, and I would've gotten it, too, but Papa wasn't ready for that yet.
Interesting how you can tell at a glance the white trash people from the conditions of yards and how their cars are parked. Now I can understand why my grandparents say they live in a bad neighborhood: crappy drivers.