Shut up and eat

Politics? Religion?
No, tonight we tackle the mystery of why California has so many crappy, nasty, ill-tempered drivers. Mostly male. Sometimes female. Most likely on a cell phone and usually behind the wheel of a super-sized SUV.
Tonight, in the parking lot at the local Pavilions I was nearly run over by somebody's mom in her behemoth monster kid car. She had the audacity after coming within inches of my person, to wave me on like I was wrong for being in the parking lot when she decided to barrel on through.
Last night, I experienced "Mr. Studio City I Must Be An Asshole Important Entertainment Somebody" who felt the need to honk when I didn't pull up to a red light fast enough for him. I'm thinking maybe he had a bladder problem. He seemed so hurried, honking again when I didn't floor it when the light turned green. So what gives? Is life here on the roadways always going to be a race? Or will we reach a zen like state of acceptance - traffic is slow...and be nice to each other?
Chew on that awhile, oh and please pass the pepper.