I am a courteous driver 95% of the time, I have my days like anyone else.
Yesterday on the freeway there was this primered Whiskey Tango, POS circa 1984 Camaro, who for no other reason than nastiness, boxed me in , sped up when I wanted to move over and then slowed way down, typical jerk off maneuvers.
I was so mad yet I refrained from road rage. When I looked over and saw this woman I thanked Jesus himself that it wasn't me . Talk about rode hard an put away wet.
Girlfriend was a step away from the Faces OF Meth billboards.
So on my way to work this morning guess who I see in all of her plaid shirt, ciggy smokin, bottle blonde glory?
Yes the Camaro B****, on the side of the freeway broken down.
God Bless America and their crappy 1980's cars.
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