BMW, despite popular belief, does not spell GOD. With all the German technology available you would think they could up with a personality chip for their drivers.
It took me a while to harness my infuriation at being cut off on the highway onramp this morning, but the cherry on top was passing said BMW driver twenty minutes later.
He was still in the emergency lane only this time he wasn’t moving, having rear-ended another BMW. A frisson of joy at the capriciousness of karma shot through my blood like a lightning bolt straight from the hand of Thor.