I would swear it was tonight. So many dipshit drivers on the road, one or two HAD to have been drinking (at 6PM in WI, NO WAY, right?).
Besides the woman on her phone that tried to meander into my right doors with her newer Sentra, and all the jackasses cutting across all three lanes in construction zones, I had a guy in a black Sable with a #17 MATT KENSETH NASCAR WOOOOO FELLER sticker on the rear about rear end me, tailgate me, and after he passes me he goes to switch from the middle to the left lane and ends up on the shoulder, damn near into the wall. Thankfully he disappeared over the horizon and didn't seem to take the same exit that I did, because I never saw him again.