Road rage: noun; violent anger caused by the stress and frustration involved in driving a motor vehicle. For some, road rage makes its appearance easier than others. Unfortunately, I'm one of those people. It was 5:30 on a Friday afternoon; prime time for rush hour traffic. It had also been one of the busiest days at work since the car dealership project had begun. I was beyond ready to go home, change into my sweatpants and watch 8 Mile for about the tenth time. However, even though I was exactly 8 miles from my house, it was about to take me half an hour to get home. After a day filled with spreadsheets, bitching from subcontractors, and the disarrangement of my boss, anyone would be feeling a little stressed. The last thing I wanted to do was deal with incompetent individuals who didn't know how to drive their cars. On top of it being rush hour combined with my office being directly off of route one, it started to rain. For some reason, even the smallest rain drop seems to erase all common sense from drivers. I gathered all my things from my office, made sure my computer and the lights were all turned off, and began to make my venture home. I put on my favorite CD in an attempt to drown out the noise of my blinker which had been on for about five minutes now. Even the "click-clock  sound of my blinker was beginning to irritate me at this point. Everyone was going a maximum speed of about 15mph, which confused me even more as to why they wouldn't let me pull out. God forbid they become one more car behind on their race to the red light ¦. Finally, a middle-aged woman must have sensed the aggravation in my facial expression and flashed her lights signaling me to join her in the traffic jam. Like predicted, it took me about ten minutes to go less than a mile. At this point, I don't think there was anyone who wanted to make it home more than I did. After taking a look in my rearview mirror, I realized I was wrong.