Dear the part of I-10/35 that runs through San Antonio:
Why must you have no exits? WHY? I try and try to get to the bank and each time my poor, addled, sense-of-directionless brain figures out (with the use of my key map that helped Adam get here without getting too confused and will hopefully one day allow me to drive to Houston without accidentally winding up in Kansas) that I only need to drive down ONE street to get there, you do not have an exit anywhere within three miles of said street. Which means I loop around, and once I finally reach the street, it is inevitably under construction. Once, yes, I can forgive once easily. Twice irritates me. I stopped counting after the third time, but I do hate you now.
Dear Wells Fargo:
In the future, please create a parking lot with a few spots a little larger than '4.6 inches wider than the average compact car'. People with SUVs are people too. And we can run you over and not even notice it.
Dear myriad of little streets in San Antonio:
Dear San Antonio streets:
My ass hurts. Now, I have driven over Westview, Westheimer, Montrose, Richmond, and all over downtown Houston, and never before has that city caused me actual pain. Congratulations. I hate to break it to you, since apparently you believe that textured roads are 'pretty' or some such, but they are not in the least comfortable. Ow.
Dear drivers of San Antonio:
Thank you so much for not being the uptight hypercaffeinated jackasses that Houston drivers are. You lot know how to use your turn signals. I ♥ you.
Learn to fucking navigate, you moron. And memorize your goddamned phone number.