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Dear Thanksgiving Travellers:

I have to travel exactly thirty-five miles on the north (two lane) highway today. It should take between a half-hour and forty-five minutes. It's really, really not far. And the highway is really badly maintained. So, I will be driving slowly. I will be driving *shudder* the speed limit.

So, Mr. Douche bag with his eighteen kids and fourteen guns and containers of kool-aid, sugar and ritalin, do not honk at me. I am not going to speed up. I want to be alive, and for my car to be not-broken when I get there.

I'm sorry if you get to your destination 2 minutes later. I'm sorry that you have to wait another 2 minutes to crack open that first beer.

Just chill the fuck out, kids. It's a nice relaxing time. Don't push me over to get in line first in Sobey's. Don't honk if I'm not speeding. Get your damn high beams outta my mirror.

And have a fantastic weekend, kids.

Love, Shauna.