FIBs cut you off mid-merge then flip the bird like it’s etiquette
FIBs yell “move it, asshole” at red lights while their blinker blinks exactly never
FIBs spit dip in your parking lot then complain your state has no culture
FIBs “you guys” their way through every sentence like politeness died on I-94
FIBs loud chewing at the next table cell phone on speaker in the quiet car
FIBs block the whole aisle at Jewel-Osco then glare when you say excuse me
FIBs wear socks with sandals to the symphony call it “Midwest chic”
FIBs tailgate so close you can read their BeReal then rage when you tap your brakes
FIBs think “sorry” is for suckers and “thank you” is a tax deduction
Fucking illinois bastards turning every interaction into a contact sport they always win.
Accurate assessment. If I was Wisconsin or Indiana I would build a wall.