I’m a Type A person. What is that?
We’re the kind of people who stand in the express checkout line at the supermarket, counting other people’s items. Lady? I think you have 16 there. Ahh, but I see the Twinkies under the semi-boneless ham. You better round up your kids and get your pregnant ass in the right line. Too harsh?
Type-A people are proud. For example, I will never let you merge if you go all the way to the end of the entrance ramp and try to get in front. And worse, if you’re that car in front of me in traffic, allowing too much space in between cars and you let that guy in..I’m all over you. GOOOO!!!!! I hate that.
That’s why I drive an old beat-up car. In the land of Lexus and BMW, I dare people to try and cut in. Go ahead Mr 2012 sun roof. I’m driving a ‘99 Chevette..I’m ur worst nightmare. I have nothing to lose. Yeah, I know. Just sayin..you want to play with the Typa A’s..There’s a price.
Now Excuse me..GOOOO!!!!
