Oh, hello Mr. in the white Acura SUV. So we meet again, except this time you are barreling down Windsor Street exchange coming from Bedford, weaving in and out of lanes, causing others to slam on their brakes to avoid smacking you as I had to do the other day, all the while flipping the bird... I hope you cause a huge car accident, get sued, and are the only one who gets hurt. I look forward to avoiding you in the future as I now know the general area where you work, where you're coming from to get there and what time you'll be terrorizing motorists with your shit poor driving skills. Metro Transit... I don't have much hair left. —Girl Who's Going Bald