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Chapter 34

"You would think having a license would mean you know how to drive."

I swear I'm done with out of state drivers. Granted; I wasn't from New Jersey or New York but I'd like to think I know how to drive the right fucking way. You might call me extreme, but if there is one thing in this world that is the worst thing mankind has ever done, it's defiantly I-95.

Interstate 95 is by far the most atrocious thing in the East Coast and it must be destroyed.

"I don't think not knowing how to drive is why there's traffic all the way from Maryland to Connecticut." Sam remarked sarcastically while turning to look at me with a stupid face.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "No. You're right. It's because of the damn tolls and because the fucking road can't decide if it wants to be two or three lanes. Why can't it be four lanes the whole way?" I complained more to the heavens than to Sam as my voice slowly gained more octaves and frustration.

The weather was looking dark and shitty now too.

"Because then they have to widen all the bridges and exits."

I glared at Sam who held up his hands defensively. "It's rhetorical." I said bluntly.

As if I'm que, my phone started to ring through the speakers in the car. I lazily glanced at the console screen and answered the call when I saw it was Finn. "Thank God," Sam gasped like Finn had just resuscitated him. "Your girlfriend is complaining my head off."

Finn ignored Sam completely as his voice filled the car. "There's two lanes closed going north on the Tappen Zee. Road work or something." I couldn't help but groan before he finished. "Jason thinks we should just get on the GW instead because none of the lanes are closed."

Take note of how Jason said that, not Finn, who has made this trip too many times to count. "Tell Jason to shove that suggestion up his ass." I just about snarled. Maybe I did have a little road rage.

"That's what I told him." I heard Al mutter.

"Look, it's two lanes going North versus four. The GW usually takes longer, sure, but it's stop and go on both bridges." Jason yelled from what I assume was the back. Al must have called shot gun on him.

"By the time we get down 9W we would already be across the Tappen Zee. Besides, there is nothing you can say to convince me to take one of the most dangerous bridges in America instead of the newly build Tappen Zee. I'm not looking forwards to dying." I had a fear of bridges and if Jason thought I was going to drive on the George Washington bridge then he was a psychopath and a half. The GW was a combination of the things I loathed the most; bridges, run down construction, traffic, and stupid tourists that don't know how to drive.

"Oh come on!" I couldn't help but yell at the Tennessee sedan keeping a car space ahead of them in stop and go traffic. An Audi saw the open spot and came racing up the brake down to cut in front of the sedan, making everyone slam on the breaks again. "Fucking Midwesterners! Every time I come to this damn city I get stuck behind a Southerner who can't drive or the fucking Belgian tourists that somehow don't know how to walk in a fucking city!"

That John Oliver quote was so true it was painful. Like seriously, do you not know how to walk on a sidewalk with other people? But that's besides the point.

"Damn, road rage much?" Sam joked in a loud voice.

"Told you, you didn't want to drive with her!" Jason yelled over the phone as I laid on the horn. Maybe I had a little pent up aggression.

"Next person to make fun of me is getting my fist planted in their jaw when we get home." I muttered while glaring pointedly at Sam. He mocked offense and I held back a smirk. At least he wasn't trying to annoy me right now, or else I might literally get out and walk.