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    light was just glimmering above the horizon as I drove home from work. I stopped at a red light, the first in line; behind me a jerk. I was just proceeding as the light turned green, when the douche bag behind me caused a scene. I had not accelerated to 45 in 3-seconds flat, unacceptable he felt was that. He swung to the right and flew by on the shoulder, accelerating to 60 as he got bolder. I could only shake my head and drive-on, as the ass in the jeep drove away into the dawn.

    Sigh.
    "If anyone wants this old box containing the broken bits of my former faith in humanity, I'll take your best offer now. You may be able to salvage a few of em' for parts..... " - Quote by Argabarga

  • #2
    LOL! Nicely said.

    Would a been a better ending had he been pulled over just then too.

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    • #3
      I've actually seen someone do this, too.

      You kind of have to wonder what kind of stress level those people must deal with on a day to day basis. They must be on the verge of snapping pretty much all the time.

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