Thursday, August 22, 2013
Driving Habits of the North American Idiot
To the little car being driven by that silly woman in Kentucky yesterday that crowded my wife as she was driving our little milk wagon - please die a horribly lingering death in a fiery single-car crash.
My wife was driving and keeping up with traffic on the interstate (75) when a gal in a little white PoS decided we needed to move over a lane - so she got close enough to our rear end (which has a hitch-mounted shelf on it) that Holly couldn't see the car's front license. That's close. That's way too close on a highway at speed.
That is why my delightful, tiny wife rolled down her window and shared one particular finger with you.
That is why I had to do some fast (and stern) talking to prevent my lovely wife from following you off at your exit - she really wanted to try out her hip throw and rear choke on you. I think she said something about your stank-assed weave and giving it back to the horse from which you stole it, but I may be mistaken about that...
For you professional drivers, bless you all. The amount of stupid you have to contend with on the road is mind-blowing.
Posted by K at 4:33 AM