Can I see your license please?

I feel I am a patient person. I don't mind waiting on children, pregnant women, people with strollers, older (older than me) people, actually, just about anyone. I will let them take their time walking in front of me. They can take their time shopping, purchasing, writing out a check, ordering in line in front of me, even backing out of a parking space that I'm waiting for. All of these situations are designed to move at a speed you are comfortable with. BUT, get behind a wheel of a vehicle, get on the highway, and these rules no longer apply.
I know that many of us don't notice them, it seems some people don't know they even exist, and then there is the group of people that I swear to God wake up in the morning and purposefully decide to ignore them. What is "them", do you ask?? The white and black signs on the side of the road that say SPEED LIMIT and are followed by a number. For those who are not aware, on the freeways of Salt Lake Valley, that number is 65/75.
Now we all see those people who drive like they are on the European Autoban and the speed limit is pretty much unlimited, those people simply irritate me because they are usually dangerous and can there really be someplace that important to get to? But that's not the people I'm talking about here...no, I am talking about the people who can't seem to make contact between their right foot and the little pedal on the floor. the ones who are oblivious to the traffic zooming by, the cars moving out from behind and then back in front of them. The ones who, in my opinion, are a bigger hazard on the highway than the idiot going 100 mph.
In all fairness, I realize there is the right hand lane for people going slower than the rest of the traffic, but have you ever noticed that the people who drive like they are on their own planet are always in the inside two lanes? There are the sweet little old people, like the little grandma that can barely see above the dashboard, I'm partial to this one, because I have one. Then there are the people from other countries that hang on to the steering wheel like it has a life of it's own and sit straight up in the seat, god forbid they are ever in a wreck because that steering wheel will become a permanent part of their chest. And then there are the ones that look perfectly capable of holding their own, but aren't. They're busy talking to someone in the car, or on the phone, or maybe just to themselves. Hey! If you can't multitask-pull over! And last, but not least, are the ones I always get behind. The ones that, I'm here to say, do it just to piss me off. Guess what? IT WORKS!! They change lanes right in front of me as we are going into a curved off ramp, like the one coming off I-15 onto 215, and then they crawl around the curve. OMG, if you are that afraid to drive, get out and walk! They are the ones who make sure they pace themselves right next to another car so that there is no way around them, and then they just drive like they have eternity. They're looking in their rear view mirror every so often, so I know they know I'm there...and then I see it. That small smile, that smart ass smirk that tells me they are enjoying this moment.
Those are the moments I ask myself, is my insurance paid up? What is my deductible again? Where is a paper I can write this assholes license plate number down so I can stalk him later, perhaps egg his house, cause you know, you can find anyone on the internet. But at the same time, I'm back there playing it cool. I'm not letting let him see he's getting to me. But I am watching for that break between cars and then I am out and around him. Now I'm not inmature enough to flip him off or any other hand gesture to display my aggravation. I'm going to get even by ignoring him as I pass him. Won't even look at him to give him the satisfaction. Like he gives a shit!
So, what I know about the universe, is that there is lesson for me to learn here. Perhaps it's patience, or acceptance, or just to drive slower. Whatever it is, I must deserve some work, because the jerks just keep lining up in front of me. So, until the day that the road stands open in front of me, I'll keep gritting my teeth and bearing it. Or maybe I should become a cop and just pull their asses over.