Driving to the store this morning for some coffee-mate I got on the highway briefly to beat the in-town traffic. So I’m cruis’in along in my green Chevy Avalanche when this kid comes scream’in up behind me in a late model toyota corrola with rust everywhere. He get’s right on my ass in the right lane (passing on the right in CT is a no-no) so close in fact I can’t see his face any more. So I put the back window down and glare at him to back off. When I see his face again, he’s looking around on how to pass me. Honking his horn, flashing his lights.
I had no where to go! There were cars on either side of me and in a long line behind. I was in the right lane because I wasn’t going to work. I was going to get some creamer ofr my damn coffee.
I glare at him again and notice he’s looking right at me. I give him a evil look and a SMOOCH through the rear view mirror.
He was pissing me off and at least I didn’t swear up a storm etc…etc…
So he get’s the opportunity and drives up next to me. I roll my window down and he yell’s, “Fuck you Grandpa!!” and speeds off.
:eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:
GRANDPA??? GRANDPA??? who the fuck is he calling me grandpa!!!??
I’m 33 years old with Blond hair, not a gray in sight. That fucking little prick.
[sub]…lucky i didn’t ram his ass into next week[/sub]
Yeah, that whole “grandpa” or “granny” thing seems to kick in earlier and earlier. Sonufabitch. These assholes must be invisible to cops. They never seem to get caught. Little fuckheads.
Whoa!!! They have a requirement to pay dues to drive on the highway in Connecticut now? I was just driving through there on Friday and I didn’t pay a cent.
Joking aside, Phlosphr, I feel your pain. My years are similar to yours but the recent college grads who work here do call me “gramps” every so often.
Kalhoun brings up a good point: Why is it that when you commit some minor traffic violation, like running a yellow light or going 10 miles above the speed limit with no traffic around, there’s always a cop watching, whereas when some punk-ass muthafucka is driving like The Planet’s Biggest Anus and pissing off every other driver on the road, there’s nary a bit of Fuzz around???
As to the OP, I think the “Grandpa” epithet he hurled your way is much like the epithets hurled around the playground when you were in 2nd grade. You know, where the mere implication that you were, say, homosexual or female was somehow considered a huge insult?
And I say take it as the ridiculous, flaccid “insult” that it, in the asshole punk’s limited intellectual capacity, was. Just as there’s nothing wrong with being gay or a woman, there’s nothing wrong with being a grandfather, right? In fact, one day I bet you’ll be a good one. One who takes the kids to Maine every summer. 
Yeah, I’ll take the kids to Lake Sebago up in da vacation state…But I do not remember being so arrogant/dumb-ass-full when I was his age. I do not sound anything like my father when I say… :rolleyes: kids these days.
When I say paying my dues I mean it figuratively. I had to listen to/obey elder’s when I was a kid. I was told I didn’t need explanations for things because they were an adult and I was the kid…But I at least learned a few things amidst the grumbling… Patience was one of those things I didn’t realize I had till I was an adult. So paying my dues was supposed to mean that I waited for people to move over enough, I waited in enough lines, I developed enough patience to wait certain things out…He obviously hasn’t.
Phlosphr, I knew what you meant by “paying your dues” (hence the “joking aside” comment).
An Avalanche is a big ass truck right?
You should have cruised up behind him after he passed and rolled over him bigfoot style.
Ooooh… I love making eye contact with assholes! It really seems to get to get them, esp since I’m a rather broad shouldered man whose stare has been known to induce psychosis.
When the asshole realizes you are looking right at him, it appears to trigger some flight or fight response, and they usually quickly find a way away from you.
Of course, one day I’ll probably get shot.
FTR, I tend to go a little faster than the general flow myself, so anyone tailgaiting me must really be obnoxious and disrespectful of laws and road courtesy.
One preview, I am disturbed by my opening sentence, but oh well…
Ooooh… I love making eye contact with assholes! It really seems to get to get them, esp since I’m a rather broad shouldered man whose stare has been known to induce psychosis.
When the asshole realizes you are looking right at him, it appears to trigger some flight or fight response, and they usually quickly find a way away from you.
Of course, one day I’ll probably get shot.
FTR, I tend to go a little faster than the general flow myself, so anyone tailgaiting me must really be obnoxious and disrespectful of laws and road courtesy.
One preview, I am disturbed by my opening sentence, but oh well…
Phlosphr, it must be like, assholes on parade all over the state of CT today. I was stopped at a red light and there was a car turning left, pulled all the way over to the left of the yellow lines, I was more towards the middle of the lane, and there was a Jeep Wrangler on my right, desperately trying to inch by me to take a right turn. He stopped right next to me, whipped his sunglasses off, and asked me what the fuck my problem was.
:eek:
My problem? Excuse me, but there was plenty of room for your Wrangler to get around my Saturn. And it was a no turn on red anyway shithead.
And don’t get me started with the freaking stop lights in the middle of Route 9!!!
So’m I, especially when I had to read it twice.
Yeah, I know about the little punk bastards and their opinion that anyone over the age of, say, 30, should just pack it in and check in at the retirement home.
Not long ago, I had to attend a one-day orientation session at school. After the final session, we had to pick up a copy of the book we’d been assigned for our academic discussion next month. I was waiting in line to get my copy, and the girl giving them out asked me if “son or daughter” had already gotten a copy. Apparently the notion that thirty-year-olds could attend university was completely beyond her. I mean, c’mon. I have grey hair, but I don’t look old enough to have a child attending college. Do I?!
Man, I feel old.
Robin
Yeah, you shoulda smashed into him,
Because you’re old, and you have more insurance.
Towanda!
I feel like such a chick now
Phlosphr, I think you need to write a letter to relieve stress:
Dear <your car company>,
I have been a longtime <your car company> customer and I wish to continue to be in the future. I love the quality and the… <un-ending brown-nosing BS>…
Your product is almost perfect, but its missing a very important option. Have you thought about side-mounted Hell-fire missles? There is a Very big market for them in America today, with the added benefit that not only would customers become reliant on <your car company> for munitions refills, but that their use would increase the need for new cars as well. I think your MBAs would call this a ‘Win-Win’ situation…
insomnia4AM - one of the main reason I hate Route 9 are the damn stop lights in middletown. You can cruise along at 65…then slooooow down for a stop light. Urban planners are highly needed.
I wouldhave loved to have toyed with the said punk-ass but I would have stooped to his level. Just silliness if you ask me, what good would it have done, he most likely has the intellectual prowess of pond-scum.
This is exactly why when I’m some old nut I plan to buy and old garbage truck. I’ll cover it with some spikes, some chains, a huge battering ram grill, and voila, instant mad max style apocalypse mobile.
Bring it on punks!
I work in Middletown, one exit away from said stop lights. Just this morning I had one of those creeps come to a screeching halt RIGHT BEHIND ME! He then proceeds to practically draft off of me until I got off my exit.
I think World Eater has a great idea with the mad max style apocalypse mobile. Battering ram grill! 
How come his late-model Toyota was already rusted out?
/no snow in texas
NoClueBoy said:
I think that’s enough. I really don’t need to add any more for the jokes to get rolling.
aaslatten - I’m not in texas… 
Connecticut.