Drive. Just drive. When I'm behind you just drive. It's okay. You won't hit the car in front of you. Just go. You can do it. By the time you get there they will have moved. And get this: if you're getting close to hitting them, honk. That's what horns are for. And if they don't move, bump them. That's what bumpers are for. If you just sit there and don't drive then I'm stuck behind you. And I have to go. So you need to move. While we're on the subject, here's another thing you could do that would make me feel happy: Just stay home. Don't bother getting in your car. You clearly have nowhere to go, because you are putzing around like a blind rat while I'm trying to get to work. And since you aren't going anywhere in particular, why were you in such a hurry to cut me off and get in front of me...? Oh I see! So you can coast at 15 miles per hour and come to a complete stop at a green light before making a slow-motion right turn. Thanks a lot. Now that you've finally crossed the intersection, with all the grace of an oil tanker, the light is red. Well, since I'm here waiting I suppose I should wish you good luck. Here's hoping you get to Aimless Wonderland in plenty of time to do whatever it is you need to do there. Hey and remember this the next time you are about to get in your car: Roads are for people that want to get places. The vast majority of people on the road are actually trying to move from one place to a different place. That's why they own or rent cars. If you are driving a car around just because you want something else to do as you eat your turkey dinner, chances are you are going to be a hindrance to rest of us.