Self-important drivers not wanted

And those are the same people (read previous post) who turn their ring on loud on the subway or in the grocery store so everybody can hear when their cellphone rings. As if they're so important they can't miss a phone call. And then they talk like they're at a Metalica concert as if somebody else gives a damn that their dog had to go to the vet. I think that if somebody wants to talk loud on the phone in a public place, others should feel free to add their input.
But those people are also the ones who do the one thing that really makes me want to tap dance on somebody's forehead. They creep up to the white line at a traffic light like it's the starting line at the Daytona 500. Are you kidding me? Are we racing? I'll answer that for you. No. Because races end up in the same place, and since I'm not going to the Asshole Convention we couldn't possibly be racing. Where the hell could you possibly be going that the quarter of a second you're saving by creeping up to the line really matters? Unless you've been shot, your wife is in labor or you're driving a getaway car, creeping to the line is unacceptable. Not wanting to miss the results show on American Idol is not an excuse. And your online Halo group will still be playing once you get home. They're not going anywhere. So don't patronize me by cutting me off and sticking up your hand in thanks. I didn't let you in—you muscled your way in. It's like breaking into somebody's house and leaving a note thanking them for all the cool stuff. Asshole.