Sunday, December 16, 2007

You're All Retarded, Right? Is That The Problem?

On my drive home from work (a whole 20 minute drive) I was nearly rear-ended no less than eight times. Why? Because some people seem to forget how to drive as soon as it snows and others didn't know how to drive in the first place.
If you can see the glare off the street, chances are that they're fucking icy, you stupid fuck. Didn't you clue in when you fish-tailed around the corner? There's a really good reason I'm doing 40. It fucking snowed all day and the roads are terrible.
But that's okay, you keep chatting on your goddamned cell phone and braking at the last possible goddamned second. It's okay that I can see you skidding toward me, pumping your fucking brakes because, hey, I was right. The roads are terrible. And please, by all means, you ride my fucking bumper for as long as you can. I know there are two lanes of traffic, but changing lanes is a lot of work. Right?
I'm sure you have somewhere really important to be, so it's perfectly okay with me.
I fucking hate people.

7 comments:

Vulgar Wizard said...

I told you I read this fucking thing. Now!

Gwenhwyfar said...

Aw... I feel so special. Like when I used to take the special bus to school.

Mr. Fabulous said...

Your anger arouses me. I must have you. Lie down.

Ask said...

Is that Indiana Jones?

Gwenhwyfar said...

Mr. Fab - I told you, you need to come to Canada.

Ask - I'm going to have to hurt you.

Ask said...

Okay I'll stop. Just like Indie did when he found Christ's chalice.

Gwenhwyfar said...

He should have given me the idol, I would have thrown him the rope.