I was driving down Marmion Street behind a rather slow moving station wagon in the right-hand lane. The river finally decided it was time to get into the left lane, turned on their indicator and then began oh-so-slooooowly drifting over int0 the left lane. They got the car straddling the two lanes and then decided that was over far enough, and continued down the road in this fashion with two lanes of traffic clogged up behind them. To throw a bit of spice into the mix, the driver decided that their previous reckless speed was a hazard and that they should slow down even further. It took me 5,000 years to get home.
[But it's okay, because I can tell you that in the future we've conquered time travel - that's how I was able to get back here and write this post. I'm sworn to secrecy about the all the other developments, though. I hope you understand.]
On the back of the offending vehicle was a sticker that read, "See the person and not the problem."
Whatever. That sage advice was somewhat pointless - by this stage I could barely see anything through the red mist covering my eyes.