So I’m maneuvering my way through downtown Cincinnati traffic and it’s requiring way more concentration than I care to expend this early in the morning because the morons who painted the stripes in the streets apparently thought, “yeah we can get four lanes here, heck most cars are only three feet wide right?”
A car moves in front of me and stickered on its butt is one of those damn bumper stickers with type so small that you have to be practically be parked on top of the car to read it. If you want to share something damn it, make it big enough to read at safe fucking distance!
So I can’t read it at first and I don’t much care because I’m to busy trying to convince the bus next to me that yes, my sunfire does have the right to exist and yeah I know the damn lanes are too fucking small but could you at least give me half of my lane to drive in?
Then we all come to a dead stop because a light three blocks up changed to red and despite the best efforts of folks to ignore it and block the intersection of cross traffic, some of the little buggers found a way through and now we have to wait our turn.
Now I can read the bumper sticker of the car in front of me.
Now it is almost certainly a result of the stressful environment I was in at the time because I try, oh I try so hard, to be a good and tolerant person. But my tolerance limit had been exceded.
Yeah, I’m sure that’s how the Rapture will work. God, in her infinite wisdom, will begin plucking the saved out from moving vehicles in total disregard for the damned souls left behind. And if it were to happen at the very moment I was behind the car of the holy soul in question, my punishment would be to try and get around their fucking car in downtown traffic.
But no, the car in question continued to move when the light changed so God must be waiting for a more opportune moment. Perhaps when the car of the holy one is on the highway doing about 75 (because we all know disobeying the speed limit isn’t on the ten commandment list) the driver will suddenly be called to God and the abandoned vehicle will be left behind to rush headlong into a school bus bringing fiery death to a hoard of pagan school kids.
And let us just touch upon the ego of a person who has the audacity to claim the judgement throne of God and declare, “Yes I am one of the chosen!” I suggest you not muss up the seat cushion while sitting in God’s chair. I’ve heard she has a temper.
Well let us hope you are right oh self appointed chosen holy one because if the Rapture comes and you’re left behind with me, there’s nothing that’s going to save you from becoming my squick toy after i’ve flayed most the flesh from your bones.