I hate confirmation bias.
I was on the interstate, with one of those douche canoes who are in the merge lane with you, but try to pass you demanding you either break and let them go, or risk wrecking your car. I was in a fuck you buddy mood, and let him make the same damned mistake, four times, at my least favorite interchange. (Left right left right left, all in the span of ¼ mile, everyone should just learn to zipper, but I hold no such hope for humanity).
We make it out of my least favorite interchange, them trapped behind me, the super bright halogen headlights on their giant SUV, glaring back at me from my rear view. They whip out past me, and all I can make out is a Trump/Pence campaign sticker, left a year too long, in their rear window.
My first thought was, “figures.”
Then I had to remind myself, being a terrible person knows no race, religion, gender, sexuality, or political affiliation, we should kill all humans, and leave the planet to figure itself out without us.