If you live here, you know what I’m talking about! If you don’t… count yourself lucky, unless you live in California of course.

I have had it with the crazy drivers here in Las Vegas. People just cut you off like a bartender after you’re three sheets to the wind. Oh wait, that doesn’t happen in Vegas.

Let me recap my drive home tonight. I had someone honk at me because the far left lane, which I was in, was at a standstill since the left turn lane was backed up and spilling into my lane. I guess the a$$ f*@k behind me wanted me to veer out of my lane and risk getting hit by moving cars in the middle lane!

Then, a jeep cut me off because his lane was moving too slow, and though there was barely enough room for him to squeeze into my lane, he managed with a quick pedal push.  

I sat in a slow crawl on a major road that is under construction. That’s another story for another blog. But anyway, the three lane road was down to two AND the light ahead was out, so people at this major intersection were trying to manage a four-way stop. Ha ha. No, no, no… not in Vegas. People here don’t know how to navigate a four way stop but they sure know how to run a red light.

Finally, I got through the touch-and-go traffic and was on my way home. Smooth sailing, right? No.

I was minutes… just minutes people… from pulling into my driveway when a beat up piece of crap van pulled out in front of me! A headlight was missing and it was obvious it had been in a crash recently. Hmmm… you don’t say!

After all that, an entire hour later, I was home. Frustrated and really grumpy, but home.

Everyday on my way to work I see a billboard that says “Stop Reckless Driving,” but I don’t see a phone number or website where you can report reckless drivers. But hey, someone (I don’t know who) is calling on me to stop recklessness on the roads. So guess what??? I’m going to in the only way I know how.

I decided that every time a jerk runs me off the road or risks the life that I so much love, I am going to post their license plate or description right here on my blog!

Let’s start with the jeep jerk. His personal plates is “Climbin.” Well… Climbin. You need a lesson in driver’s etiquette. You should be told that you drive like a sh&*head, and one day you’re going to hurt someone. Get out of my way and quit cutting me off. 

Who’s next?