I definitely have something to say about Boston drivers, though. I'm not exactly a world traveler, but I've been a few places, and Boston drivers are BY FAR the CRAZIEST I have EVER seen. EVER. I can't decide if I like it or hate it, though I'm pretty sure it's the latter. I've seen things here that are nothing short of insane. People turning right from the far left lane of 4 lanes of traffic (and vice versa), people driving the wrong way on a one-way, people making extra lanes where there are none or taking up two lanes for miles at a time, cars stopped in the middle of the road for no reason... And all this is on the daily. People here honk at you for following traffic laws.
I'm nannying again (although after this week, I think my job title should be "Personal Slave to the Momma's Whim"), and more that half of my time on the job is spent driving kids around Boston. A few weeks ago, after riding in the car with each of the parents (one nearly rear-ending every car we drove behind, the other nearly side-swiping every car we passed) and listening to the kids (none old enough to drive) complain about my driving, I came to the conclusion that no one in this family can criticize my driving. In fact, I kind of feel that no one in all of Boston can criticize my driving, since they've nearly killed me 2-7 times daily since I moved here in September. That's approximately 515 near-death experiences in 3 months. It's taking years off my life. You owe me, Boston. You owe me.