I drove from Chester to Heathrow recently (still have to pass a nucleic acid test to fly so didn’t want to be on the train near a load of mouthbreathers from Ellesmere Port).
I was driving down in the middle of the day and took the M6 toll so the roads weren’t busy at all most of the way.
Joining the motorway at Chester, off at Hilton Park for a piss, off again at Norton Canes for a coffee and a butty, back on again, that’s three times I joined the motorway, every cunting time people in the slow lane who could have moved over in anticipation of cars joining didn’t, meaning I had to slam the cunting Kia I had hired in between two cars or vans with about 5mm distance at front and back. Cunts.