Some just want to be where you're, or as good as you're, but they don't have your kinda juice; they shroud their envy with disrespect.
It's the price you pay for being the standard by which rookies measure their worth.
It may be frustrating, I know! 'Wye nyuneh motor bi jeetu lanj deh korrneh. Hol ya deh hatt.' (During the rush hour, hearts are unobliging. So, the ride in front is usually horned at the most).
Ironically, when you get tired of the loud horns and allow them to take the fast lane, most of them wouldn't be able to pass ahead, still.
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