Bienvenido a los Estados Unidos

Yesterday, on my way over to Berkeley to visit my friend Heather, a guy suddenly swerves over on a busy highway in his pickup truck and cuts me off. He then proceeds to flip me off (in front of his kids, who didn't look a day older than 9). He then starts making angry signals and talking to his kids, and they are laughing and continually looking behind to laugh at me. He then swerves over into the next lane and flips me off again. 

I was so confused, because, if anything, I should be the one that's angry! My only theory is that maybe he didn't like my two bumper stickers?? The hippiest ones by the way - I mean, one of them says, "TEACH PEACE." Yeah, I'm that kind of person. Now who could ever be mad at peace? 

Then, 15 minutes later, on another highway, 2 lanes were merging into one. And I was clearly the car that was in front of another car, meaning that HE had to yield to me. But he only speeds up and tries to overtake me. So I have to rapidly swerve out of the lane to avoid being hit by him. 

Then in Berkeley, I see a car with a bumper sticker that says, "Sarah Palin '12." You have got to be fucking kidding me. 

If this is a sign for what my time like will be in GringoLandia from now on, then I am royally fucked. 

Well, welcome back to the U.S., I guess.