Monday Morning Traffic

What is it with Monday morning traffic? and it's hurly-burly psychopathic- panic to cut each other up and honk horns with ferrous looks and scowling scorns cursing under our breath and cussing… Red-faced with a foul temper erupting, Blaring-inside I'm sick of these moronic plebs. Simply-to-meet a 10: 30 am deadline, it's enough that our eyes are heavy and we're feeling near dead. That it's been planned month's weeks ahead. What's with this need to leave late and arrive early? In a grumbling, rage to overtake and not stop at 30. Could it be we are all routinely neutered? Only to be left our distant selves in masquerade. Sure, you look cut-off, abandoned, unhappy. But honestly, there's no need to feel so crappy. It's only Monday morning traffic, be happy.