Please Stop Being Passive Aggresive Drivers

After moving to the greater Northwestern  part of the United States I have noticed a very annoying pattern of drivers in this part of the world. They are namby pambies while driving. For example, they will drive up behind me, station themselves 12 to 15 inches from  my bumper and expect me to either drive faster or get out of their way. They won 't flash their lights, they won't toot their horns, they just sit on my tail expecting me to read their minds and decide the best way to let them motor through the balance their miserable day.
Well I have had enough of being an unpaid, unappreciated  motorized psychiatrist for the general driving public of the great Northwestern US. The least these passive aggressive drivers could do is act out their aggressions, as every red blooded North Eastern United States driver does. They should blow their horns, blast their high beams, and pass me on the left or the right, even if there are no passing lanes. That is the kind of driving I can live with, absolutely crazy but at least consistently crazy !!!

An Adventure into the World of the Crazeys.

We just spent the July 4th holiday in Santa Barbara CA. Santa Barbara, really is a very special place, it lives up to its hype as the French Rivera of California, very tranquil and relaxing. Anyhow, after having spent a wonderful holiday in SB, I was brought back to reality on the last day of our trip, in the parking lot of a local SB supermarket. What happened was we went to the Supermarket to get some things and on the way out of the parking lot I came to the end of the row I was parked in. As I looked to my right and left I noticed there was a Stop Sign on my left and a car approaching it.
Unfortunately for me I assumed in the real world drivers who drive up to Stop Signs must stop for them, it now appears that assumption is not true.
What happened was as I moved into the intersection and made a left turn, the car approaching the Stop Sign stopped. Up until this point you might think everything was normal, as I did, but then the world of the crazes  showed up in the form of the driver at the Stop Sign. This crazy began shouting at me " Stop Sign, Stop Sign " and giving me the finger, because, as a near as I can discern, my presence in his world forced him to stop at the Stop Sign !!! I guess he had not intention of stopping, and my mere presence ruined his plan. Anyhow, it took me a while to react to his yelling, primarily because I don't think the way crazes think, so I didn't yell back at him, but in retrospect, my inability to immediately become a crazy, may have saved my life.