The Wizarding World of Harry Potter

I am a big, BIG fan of Harry Potter, have been for several years. It’s not just the magic I love; the characters, the story, the writing…I love it all. My mom read the books to my siblings and I when we were younger, I’ve heard them all on audio, and I’ve seen all the movies thousands of times. It is a fantastic series, and I was sad to see it end.

J. K. Rowling, however, decided it wasn’t over. The continuation of the series is coming out on May 3rd, and I’ve already pre-ordered the book. I know it was actually an on-stage show as well, but I’m not really one for plays. They just aren’t my cup of tea. The book, however, I will definitely read.

Now, most of you reading this probably know about the Wizarding World of Harry Potter exhibit at Universal Studios in Florida. It has been around for at least a year I believe. When I first heard of it, I was so excited, because it LITERALLY was Harry Potter come to life. However, I do not live in Florida, so I thought I would never get to go.

But then I heard they were building one in Universal Studios Hollywood.

Closer to home, yet way out of my price range. Tickets are not cheap, as with any amusement park. (My dad says the “amusement” is the park owner laughing all the way to the bank). Miraculously, though, I collected enough money to buy the tickets for my family and I, and we were able to go yesterday!

When we first arrived at the entrance to the Harry Potter exhibit, I was dazzled by the buildings. The theme song from the movies was pouring out of the surrounding speakers, park employees greeted us wearing the wizard robes, and the scent of butterbeer was in the air. I’ll say entering the exhibit was magical.

The first thing we decided to do was to go on the Hogwarts 3-D ride. After waiting less than 5 minutes in line, we were told to leave our belongings in a locker, as nothing was allowed on the ride. This process was quite difficult, to be honest. At least a hundred people were crowded inside the locker room, chaotically trying to shove their belongings into the lockers. The room was fairly small, too, so having very little space to thrust stuff into a tiny locker was horrible. I don’t handle tight spaces very well, and absolutely hate crowded rooms, so I was rushing and nearly lost my Monster drink to the floor.

Once our things were safely secured in the lockers, we began the walk-through of Hogwarts castle. The castle itself is architecturally beautiful, and most of the rooms we saw were almost perfect replicas of the ones in the movies. Holograms of Dumbledore, Harry, Ron, and Hermione talk to you in some of them, which is a really nice feature. Although, some people were attempting to take pictures of the holograms with their flashes on. Common sense is lost on some people.

The castle also had LCD screens with frames around them to make it look like some of the pictures were moving, which was really cool. I wish I had more to say about the castle itself, but I was being hurried along by this pushy guy behind me (which was infuriating), so I’ll just get to the ride itself.

As I said before, the ride is a 3-D ride. If you get motion sick really easily, take some anti-nausea medicine before going on, because it is nausea-inducing. Aside from that, the ride is amazing! I don’t want to spoil it for anyone who plans to go on it, but trust me, you will love it!

After the ride, we wandered around Hogsmeade for a while. Because of the park’s size, they only have a few stores, and they’re all small. By small, I mean small. The biggest store in the whole exhibit is inside Hogwarts, called Filch’s Emporium, and even that one was smaller than I was comfortable with. I think maybe 25 people would be able to walk in Filch’s with comfortable space between them.

So the size of the whole place is a downside for me. Another downside is that everything is way more expensive than it should be. We bought 6 different candy items from Huneydukes, and it was almost $50! Yes, the candy was good, but I don’t think the students at Hogwarts would pay anything close to that price for candy. Clothing was even more expensive. If I was going to pay $100 for a t-shirt, it better be made out of the best material on the planet, and never need to be washed, because that is outrageous.

A bonus to the whole experience was that the food at the Three Broomsticks was delicious. I’ve heard from a few people that it is just because the exhibit is new, and eventually, the quality of the food will reduce to what the rest of amusement park food is. So if you go, eat there. Again, it’s pricey, but it is definitely yummy and filling. We also had butterbeer from Hog’s Head, which was tasty! Even though it didn’t have alcohol in it, unlike in the books. Man, it would’ve been funny to see drunk toddlers wandering around!

We spent 4 hours in the exhibit and managed to see and experience everything. It was definitely a memorable experience, and I’m so glad I was able to go, but I might not do it again because of how expensive it was. By all means, if you are a Potterhead, and you really want to go, I implore you to do so! You will definitely have a good time and great memories! You just might be poor by the time you leave!

Lonely Prison

The four walls held her captive, like a prison, but worse. It was dark, cold, and deathly quiet. She knew this would be her tomb. When she died, and she knew how soon that would be, her corpse would rot here. Not a soul would know or care.

The worst part was knowing she would die alone. As a child, she’d imagined dying in the comfort of her own bed, surrounded by loved ones. Tears would fall from every eye, but they would also be smiling. Smiling because she’d lived a long, full life. And she would smile because she wasn’t alone.

But here, in this room, she couldn’t smile. A heavy weight pressed on her chest, crushing all the joy she’d ever felt. She wanted to cry, but tears wouldn’t form. All she felt was the crushing pain of loneliness.

She was curled up on the floor, her frail arms clutched around her abdomen. Ribs poked against her skin, she was so thin. How long had it been since she’d eaten? Days, weeks? She had lost track of time in this darkness, lost all sense of the present.

Not a word had passed her lips since the day she’d woken up, here in this hole. No one was around to listen, so there was no point talking. Her own voice would sound foreign to her now if she spoke. She compressed her lips into a thin line, the skin cracking as it stretched.

Death would take her in several hours. She could feel him, creeping closer and closer, his bony hands wrapping tighter and tighter around her. She closed her eyes, but it was no different than if they were open. Her ragged breathing sounded loud in the utter silence, yet somehow, it was comforting. She could almost pretend it was someone else’s breath, briefly alleving the loneliness.

Listening intently, she imagined she could hear this other person speaking. Words came to her, muffled, barely audible. But they were there. Her eyes flashed open.

For a moment, she thought she was truly losing her sanity. The voice was louder, closer. She sat up and crawled around blindly, seeking the source of the voice. No, she wasn’t losing her mind; someone was there.

It took all her strength to bang her hands against the wall, hoping, praying, this mysterious person would hear her. She tried to cry for help, but her throat was dry, her voice coming out as a croak.

The will to live suddenly burned within her like a raging fire. She pounded on the wall fiercely, each knock echoing in the room. Someone outside shouted, “Over here!”

Another knocking sounded against the wall, echoing her own. “Step back!” the same voice shouted, and she did as she was told. She scurried backward, away from the wall, bumping hard against the one opposite.

After several seconds, something slammed against the wall once, twice, three times. On the fourth slam, the wall came crashing down, revealing a dazzling rectangle of light. The sudden light was so painful, she had to look away, shielding her eyes.

When she looked again, she could see the silhouette of someone standing inside the rectangle of light. “It’s going to be okay,” the person, a man, was saying. “I’m here to save you.”

Her breath caught in her throat. The weight, the crushing weight, finally lifted from her chest. Happy tears rolled down her cheeks, her body wracked with sobs. She wasn’t going to die. She was finally free.


Life is unexpected. Everything can change in an instant, or stay the same for several years. You always have to be prepared for change, though. Otherwise, it can blindside you, flipping your life upside down and all around.

Six months ago, my life was different. I was in a committed relationship, I was working 20 hours a week, and I was in college. Now, I’m single, working 40 hours a week, and have dropped out of college. I hadn’t planned on any of these changes, but they happened, and I wasn’t really prepared for it.

In high school, I had grand ideas for what my future would be like. I thought I would be married by twenty years old, selling millions of books, and living my own life. Reality slapped me in the face two months ago, and forced me to really look at my life. I realized my life was not going according to plan, that I wasn’t happy, and that everything needed to change.

I won’t go into details about my recent breakup, but it was hard. It’s still hard, adjusting to being on my own. Not having that other person there to talk to, or to spend time with, is really difficult. But I am happier, because I have more time for myself. I’ve been more focused, and have rekindled my love for reading and writing. I was able to start this blog, and I’ve started brainstorming about ideas for novels and trilogies. My passion is back.

Working became a passion for me as well, right after I got that first paycheck. It was nice to have money and have the ability to pay my own bills. I still live with my parents, but I pay for my own stuff. I hardly rely on my parents for much, aside from their love, support, and that they let me live with them.

I dropped out of college last week. I was an English major, and I hated my English classes. Not because I wasn’t learning, but because I was learning things that didn’t pertain to what I want to do. Poetry and the classics are great, but they aren’t something I need to know to be an author. I wanted to develop better sentence structure and grammar, which I’m already pretty good at. I did not, however, want to compare a painting to a piece of literature, or write a research paper about why a sentence is written the way it is.

College is not for me. If I want to learn business mechanics, I’ll go work and get experience to do so. I can’t sit in a classroom and learn, I have to learn through doing. It’s just how I am. I’m not saying, “Don’t go to college”, because there are some careers that need college-level learning. But if you want be someone that isn’t a doctor or lawyer, JUST DO IT! (Shia Labeouf reference)

Because I have more time on my hands, I decided I wanted to work more. I’ve gone from working 20 hours a week to 40 hours a week, which is really great. The money will really help, and I’m hoping to save up enough to move out. I’ll probably have to get a roommate, since it is so expensive to live in California, but I’ll manage. I love my job, I love my coworkers, and I love the customers. Do I want to work there for the rest of my life? Of course not. I want to make enough money as an author that I won’t need a job, but that isn’t my reality right now. But, I am happy right now, and that is what matters.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, think about your life. Really think about it. If you aren’t happy with the way your life is going, change it! You are the main character in your story, and you are also the author. Only you can control what you do, and only you can control your own happiness. If you aren’t happy, close this chapter. Turn the page and begin the next one.



“Josie’s been in a terrible accident…can’t breathe on her own…”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“…in a coma…damage to her…internal bleeding…”
Beep, beep, beep.
“…all you could to…chances?”
Beep beep beep.
“…might not wake up…sorry…”
“…crashing! Someone get Dr…”

Josie Summers bolted upright, clutching her heart, her breathing ragged.
Just a dream, she thought. Yet, she thought she could still hear that faint beeping. It had been a strange dream, and she didn’t remember falling asleep.
The last she remembered, she had been leaving school with Max Clover, her best friend and love of her life. Where had they been going? Strange she couldn’t seem to remember.
Josie glanced at the clock on her nightstand. “Six A.M.?” she breathed, running a hand through her short, blonde hair. There was no way it could be that early. Someone must be playing a joke on her, and it wasn’t funny.

She slid off her bed and crossed the room to her desk. Picking up her cell phone, she checked the time on the screen. It showed the same time as her clock. Slowly, she set it down. Somehow, I’ve skipped the last fourteen hours, she thought. Things like that didn’t just happen, not to Josie. Was I drugged or something?
However strange the situation was, she didn’t have time to think about it; she needed to get ready for school.
Living in Colorado during the winter made looking cute a painful effort, even for someone like Josie. Josie was naturally cute; at least, that’s what all the boys said. She was petite, just over five feet tall, with slight curves and largish breasts. Her mom always wondered where she got her figure, and could never figure it out.

Josie’s face was almost a replica of her mother’s, aside from her green eyes and slightly upturned nose. Those she’d inherited from her father, whom she hadn’t seen since she was five. It had been 12 years since he’d gone, and yet, every time she looked in the mirror, there he was, hidden in her eyes.

Josie avoided her reflection as much as she possibly could.

Anticipating snowfall, Josie selected a pastel-yellow knit sweater and dark jeans. Both hugged her body, the cloth soft against her skin. Her snow jacket would cover most of her outfit, but she knew it would be warm inside the school, and her jacket wouldn’t be needed until she went outside.

When she was ready, she left her room and descended the stairs to the living room.

Her mother, Ms. Walters, was waiting in the kitchen with breakfast ready. “Morning, sweetie,” she greeted, setting a plate piled with eggs and bacon on the table. She smiled, expectation playing at the edges of her lips. “So, how was your night with Max?”

Josie sat down slowly. How was she going to explain something to her mom that she couldn’t even remember? She decided it would be best to lie. “It was fun,” she said, forcing a smile. She hoped it didn’t look forced.
Her mom sat down across from her, a piece of toast in hand. “Was it everything you had ever dreamed of?” she asked, biting the crust.
How should I know? “That and more!” she answered brightly, avoiding her mother’s excited stare. She focused her attention on her bacon, eating like a savage animal. Anything to avoid more lies.

“You got back pretty late,” Ms. Walters said. “Not that I was spying, or anything.”
Josie rolled her eyes. “You always wait up for me when I go out,” she responded, not unkindly. Her mother was a worry-wart, but she loved her for it. It was nice to feel cared about.
“Did he kiss you?” Ms. Walters pried. Clearly, she wasn’t interested to drop the subject.

“No,” Josie answered. It was something she’d dreamed of a million times, each time different. She hoped he hadn’t kissed her. If he had, and she couldn’t remember, she would rather be dead. She made a note to ask him about it at school.
“What a shame,” her mom said, her toast abandoned on the table. “You only have to look at him to know how much he loves you. He should just go for it!”
Josie pushed her plate away, her appetite evaporating. “Mom, stop, you’re embarrassing me,” she muttered.

“If he does try to kiss you,” Ms. Walters said, standing and taking her plate, “don’t try to stop him. You love him just as much as he loves you.”
Josie groaned. “I wouldn’t stop him from trying.” She stood up and headed for the living room. “I’ve gotta go, Mom. Have a good day at work,” she called over her shoulder.
“Say hi to Max for me,” her mom called back.

Josie had no intention of doing that. She took her jacket off the wall rack and draped it over her arm, grabbed her backpack off the floor, and opened the front door. A chill swept over her as the cold, morning air rushed in, causing her to shiver. Clouds were gathering quickly in the sky, gray and depressing.
It would be snowing by lunchtime.

Aurora Central High’s parking lot was packed with cars by the time Josie arrived. It was difficult to find a spot, but she managed to find one at the very back. She put her jacket on before getting out of the car. There was still time before school started. She hoped to find Max at their usual spot before the bell rang.

Sure enough, he was sitting under the sign, a book open on his lap, earmuffs covering his ears. His glasses were slightly askew, but that was normal; his ears weren’t perfectly symmetrical, his left ear a few centimeters higher than his right. On numerous occasions, he had informed her of this imperfection, explaining in great detail how much it bothered him.

Behind the glasses, framed by long eyelashes, he had eyes a beautiful shade of brown. Flecks of green and gold glimmered in them if the light caught them just right. Josie had studied his eyes long enough to see the flecks every time. Thick, light brown hair adorned his head. It was a little long, his bangs hanging just above his eyes. Josie always loved brushing his bangs out of his eyes because it gave her an excuse to run her fingers through his hair.

Her mother hadn’t lied; she was hopelessly in love with Max.
As she approached, Max looked up and smiled, dimples poking his cheeks. “Hey, Josie,” he greeted cheerfully. She loved the way he said her name.
Josie sat down across from him, her back against the green pillar. “What’re you reading today?” she asked.
Max glanced down at the book on his lap. “I think it’s Shakespeare’s Hamlet , but I haven’t really been paying attention, so it could be any of his other plays.” He closed the book and set it aside. “Was Ma mad that I brought you home late?” Max had called Ms. Walters “Ma” since they were young, because she was like a second mother to him.

Josie shook her head. “The total opposite, actually,” she answered. “Hey, I actually have to ask you something,” she added.
Max inclined his head toward her, giving her his full attention.
Josie glanced around, ensuring no one was around to listen. Still, she dropped her voice to just above a whisper. “Is there any possible way I was drugged yesterday?”
Max looked perplexed. “I don’t think so,” he said slowly. “Why, what’s going on?”
Josie scooted closer to him, suddenly uncomfortable. This was not an easy conversation to have, or to even understand. She couldn’t comprehend it herself. “I think something’s wrong with me. I can’t remember anything that happened after school yesterday.”

Max’s confusion turned to sadness. “Not a single thing?” he asked quietly.
Josie shook her head. “It’s not normal to forget the last 14 hours of your life, is it?”
“There’ve been some cases,” he answered, his sadness gone. He sat back against the pillar. “That’s usually in people that have a dissociating disorder, though. You don’t have one, so no, I don’t think it’s normal.”
Josie sighed and pulled her knees to her chest. “I don’t feel like myself,” she whispered, looking down. “I feel like a piece of me is missing.”

Max perked up again. “Maybe I can help,” he said. “What is the absolute last thing you remember?”
Josie closed her eyes, trying to remember. “We were walking toward the parking lot,” she said. “I think you told me where you were taking me, but I can’t remember what you said.”
“Oh, I know,” Max said. “I said we were going to that new restaurant that just opened. The one you’d been dying to go to.”
Josie thought that sounded vaguely familiar, but it didn’t help jog her memory. “Did we go there afterward?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Max said, nodding. “We had burgers and waffle fries.”
Somewhere, far away, Josie thought she heard something. “Do you hear that?” she asked.
Max looked up and listened. “What does it sound like?”
“It sounds like something’s beeping,” she murmured. Just like in my dream, she thought. “Anyway, what did we do next?”
“One of the girls on the cheer squad had invited you to a party, and you really wanted to go, so you convinced me to go with you.”

Josie let go of her legs and sat up straight. “A party,” she said. “I could’ve been drugged there, right? If someone slipped something in my drink?”
Max was nodding. “Yeah, it’s plausible, but you never set your drink down. And whenever you ran out, I made you a new one. I wouldn’t drug you, you know that.”
Josie sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. Keep going.”
“We stayed there pretty late. We were both pretty buzzed. You were worse off than me, though, so I drove.”

Josie tried to remember, but everything was getting foggy. It felt like she was starting to doze off, but how could she? She wasn’t even tired. She stared at Max, her vision growing fuzzy. “Max?” she said, her voice sounding hollow and far away.
“She’s slipping!”
“We’re losing her!”
“Code red! Code red!”

Where were those voices coming from? They sounded so close. The beeping was growing louder, more insistent.
“Josie!” Max shouted.
Josie couldn’t see; it was like the light had been sucked out of the world.
“You have to save her!”
“Someone get her out of here!”
“Ms. Walters, please, you need to go.”
“Max,” Josie said, reaching into the darkness. “Max, what happened when we got in the car?”

“Josie, stay with me,” Max said.
“Josie, stay with us!”
“Max, tell me!”
“There was an accident!” Max sounded like he was crying. “My fault, all my fault. I shouldn’t have drove, I was messed up. Josie, it’s my fault!”
“Get me the damn defibrillator!”
“What happened to us?” Josie asked. It was hard to talk.
“We were hit head on. I couldn’t avoid it, Josie. I messed up. I screwed up!”

Josie was now well aware that what was happening in her head, the conversation with Max, it wasn’t real. Max wasn’t real, not this Max. “Where are you, Max?”
Max was sobbing, she could feel his body shaking as he held her. “I’m here with you, Josie. I’m here, in your head.”
“Clear! Come on, Josie!”
“Max, where are you?” she asked again.
Max pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll always be with you, Josie. But you have to fight. Don’t you dare give up. You have to fight!”

A light, somewhere in the dark, was steadily approaching. “I love you, Max,” she said. “I’ve always loved you.”
“I’ve always loved you, Josie. Since the day I met you, I loved you. And I’ll always love you, forever and ever.”
“There’s a light coming,” Josie said. “It’s so pretty.”
“Don’t go into it!” Max yelled. “Stay away from the light. Come back to me, stay with me!”
“I want to, but I don’t think I can,” Josie said. The light was almost around her now, warm and comforting.

“Josie, stay here! Stay with me!”
“Oh God, stay with me!”
“But you’re not the real Max,” Josie said softly. “You’re in my head. I want the real Max. I need the real Max.”
“I’m sorry,” Josie whispered.
The light fully enveloped her, pulling her away from Max. She let it take her, whisking her away to the clouds above.


The heart monitor played its final, flat tone. “Time of death, 8:05 A.M.,” a nurse said.
Dr. Shultz pressed his hands to his eyes. “I couldn’t save her,” he murmured, tears slipping down his cheeks. “I failed.”
Ms. Walters entered the room then, her eyes puffy from crying. She stared at her daughter, her only child, yet no tears fell. “Max was everything to her,” she said quietly.
Dr. Shultz dropped his hands. “You shouldn’t be in here, you shouldn’t see her like this,” he said quickly.

“She had to have known,” Ms. Walters said. “Their souls were connected. She must have known that Max was dead. I was her mother, but I wasn’t a part of her. Max…Max was the piece of her she couldn’t live without. You didn’t fail, Dr. Shultz. Josie chose to go.”
Dr. Shultz dried his tears with his sleeve. “I’m sorry, Ms. Walters. I’m so sorry.”
Surprisingly, Ms. Walters smiled. “Everything is going to be okay. My daughter will return to me some day, in another life. For now, she must be with her Max.”

Dr. Shultz stared at this woman, who would’ve seemed crazy to anyone else, but what she said somehow made sense to him. He took one last, long look at Josie. The girl had been so full of life, he knew it. But without the boy, Max, he knew her life wouldn’t have been the same. “I wish you all the happiness in the world of souls, Josie,” he whispered as he pulled the blanket over her face.

Amazing Drivers

You know what really grinds my gears?

When people use the phrase, “You know what really grinds my gears.”

I’m only joking. Well, half-joking. It really is an annoying question. Isn’t it easier to say, “You know what makes me mad?” But, I digress.

It absolutely astonishes and amazes me that there are so many terrible drivers! Every time I get in the car, I know I’m going to see at least three shitty drivers 5 minutes into my drive.

These drivers are pretty easy to spot. If you don’t know who I’m talking about, I’ll explain a few to you.

1. Tailgating Tools

If you aren’t familiar with tailgating, it’s when a car is less than a few feet behind another car. If you are one of these drivers, just know that I hate you, and so do millions of other people. Even if you’re in a hurry, it’s not a good idea to tailgate. Rushing and tailgating can cause a bad accident if the tailgatee stops all of a sudden, causing the tailgator to rear-end them.

I was driving home from work once, and someone was right behind me, up my ass. We got to a split in the road, and they sped into the left lane like a maniac. I thought it was over, but I was wrong.

This tool cuts in between me and the car ahead of me, forcing me to slam on the brakes. It turns out all 3 of us were turning right, onto the same street.

As we drove, I was verbally assaulting the tool, even though I knew he couldn’t hear me. He was up the other person’s ass, and had to keep hitting the brakes, so as not to crash into the other driver’s bumper.

I know I’m not the only one with road rage, everyone experiences it from time to time. That situation made me not only mad for myself, but I was angry for the other person in front of the tool as well.

Don’t be a tailgating tool.

2. The S.O.S. and the S.U.S.

These two types of drivers might be the most obnoxious drivers I’ve ever come across, and it’s all because they don’t understand how turn signals work. Which, by the way, you have to know in order to get a license.

The S.O.S. is the Still Operational Signaller. You’ve seen them; these are the drivers that turn their signal on, merge over, and never turn their signal off.

It absolutely blows me mind that this happens! In most cars, the signal makes a noise, or is lit up on the dashboard, or even both. How these drivers don’t even notice is insane! The noise itself is enough to drive me crazy.

Now, the S.U.S. is the total opposite. These are the Seldom Used Signallers. I see these drivers every single day, and hate them more every single day.

These are the drivers that decide, “I’m going into that lane” and then just go. No signal, no warning, they just. Start. Merging.

Every time this happens to me, I am livid. Curses and cuss words come out of my mouth that would make a nun go deaf. The directional signal is there for a reason; use it! People get into accidents all the time because of these drivers, especially on the freeway.

I nearly got into an accident on the freeway because of an S.U.S., and I was going at least 60 MPH on a decline. My friends and I would have been killed if I hadn’t slammed on the brakes.

I cannot stress enough: The directional signal is there for a reason; use it!

3. Speedracers and No-Speed Nimrods

I wish there were more cops around, because it would force everyone to slow down.

Speedracers are the drivers that decide 50 means 90. They weave in and out of traffic like they’re in NASCAR, paying little attention to who and what is around them.

In town, I’m not as worried about them. It’s on the freeway that I fear for my life.

In California, most of our highways have a speed limit of 65, but you have to stay with the flow of traffic. Otherwise, you can cause an accident. So, if everyone is breaking the law going 80, you go 80.

However, Speedracers decide 80 isn’t fast enough; they push their speedometer to 90+. When there’s traffic, these drivers endanger the lives of every single person. One wrong move, and there’s bound to be a pileup.

The opposite of Speedracers are the No-Speed Nimrods, and they are equally as horrible.

I can’t stand these drivers. No-Speed Nimrods are the drivers that decide to go 45 in a 55-mph zone, on a one-lane street, where you can’t pass them. When I’m driving to work, I have a 30 minute commute, and it literally gives me enough time to get to work 5 minutes early.

If a No-Speed Nimrod is in front of me, I get really pissed off. The slower I go, the less time I have to get to work. Put your damn foot on the pedal and GO! Either that, or get off the road. Stop wasting time and space.

These are just a few of the shitty drivers I’ve encountered. If you have any more examples, or similar experiences, leave a comment and let me know!

I honestly have no idea how anyone out here got a license with the way they drive. I’ve been driving for a whole 3 years, and amazingly, I’ve never been in an accident. I’ve had my fair share of close encounters, though.

Then again, I had a perfect score of zero mistakes on my behind the wheel test. Sure does make me wonder what these shitty drivers scored.