To the robust, mohawked gentleman with the plethora of skull and gun tattoos peering out from your wife-beater tank top and the cigarette clenched between your angry teeth: It might behoove to you to check your rear view mirror before pulling out of your driveway onto a street as busy as 95th. My gentle beep on the horn was not an indictment...merely a signal to you, so that you might avoid totaling that luxurious 1984 Corolla with bald tires and oxidized paint. Your need to follow me down the freeway for 3 full miles, spewing profanity, was an unnecessary gesture that will in no way alter my belief that the driver already in the main thoroughfare maintains the right of way. Perhaps you should discuss modifying your dosages with your therapist.
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 18:13:54 +0000
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