Meet The Flori-Nazis

So, I just wanted some Subway recently. You know, after finishing my review studies for the day. I was looking forward to it. I guess I work well in baiting myself with a carrot, or something like that. Seems like an innocent enough request, right? The girl just wants a Sub. But coupled with the particular Flori-Nazi I encountered right after getting that Sub, the idea all seemed suddenly like a bigger issue flashing before my eyes. You see, the Flori-Nazi almost killed me as I was coming out of a strip mall in Florissant onto Lindbergh. It wasn't only that, but she saw me almost 100 feet away and refused to slow down until she was right on my ass and incessantly laid on her horn like I had broken a law in trying to cut through the break in the madness of what is Lindbergh at 5:30pm. I must say, it's people like this that truly piss me off. As I at first braked at her sounds coming from behind me since I did not realize "I" was the source of her anguish, little did I know this would ignite her rage even more. In my confusion over what had happened, my Camaro suddenly seemed rather wimpy with her big SUV riding me all the way back to Charbonier with the lovely gestures in the rear window she made and the sounds of her horn haunting me while she rode a seemingly 6 inches away from my bumper. In my astonishment at her display of senseless rage I suddenly realized I was helpless. As I felt she might never get off my bumper I eventually found a safe way to let her pass me, but then she decided to do that "ride right beside me and make more gestures" thing like it would help me understand the situation, and then get in front of me and brake a whole lot so that she could make herself feel better. As she slowly passed me in what seemed like a glimpse of forever, I purposefully gave her this look hoping it would suffice for words filled half marked with confusion for what exactly had just happened mixed with disdain over her unforgiveably ridiculous display. So, let's just say I'm celebrating "life" now and not only the food that sustains me. What must a girl do to get a damn Sub these days?