Dear Metro Buses, I Hate You

Why must every single time I need to make a right turn you are always there. Are you going? Are you stopping? I can never tell! You play with my emotions like my high school crush. Sometimes I feel I can outsmart you. Yes. I am an excellent driver and I know that you are stopping at the stop and I have plenty of time to pass you and make my right turn. Wrong! Right when I get over beside you on the left and rev up my v6 to pass you, you decide to put your tank in drive. And it never fails, never, another one of your kind is right behind you, leaving me no choice but to hightail it all the way over to the left, turn, and then turn left two more times before I can finally try my right turn again. There is a fiery road in hell waiting for you.