To the stupid bitch in the little red sports car that almost caused me to have a wreck in the exact same place and the exact same way as the one that I was involved in a few months ago…May you wipe your ass with salt cover razors for life.
Unless Goerge Clooney himself is waving you over from the pumps, there is nothing in that gas station worth crossing six lanes of traffic.
And I don’t care if 2 of the 3 westbound lanes of traffic have stopped to let you enter. I cannot see your intentions (hell I cant even see your car!) And I am not some idiot driver who thinks I am doing you a favor by letting you illegally do a U Turn to enter a business…I know this intersection well…ask the kid who paid for my Nissan Armada Rental for a month and car repairs after he pulled this same braintastic maneuver. Lucky for you it was not raining today and I could stop.
I know that pickup truck full of horny men want to stare at you and flirt and wave you across their lanes of traffic and even though I am sure this boosts your trashy ass ego up there with the likes of your mentor, Anna Nicole Smith…DO NOT PULL OUT IN FRONT ME YOU FUCKING BITCH.
And then, the childish gigglefest that you displayed was extremely inappropriate to say the least. Perhaps all the peroxide hair colorings and wine cooler weekends are taking a toll on your already diminshed intelligence?
It took all of the will power that I possess to keep from turning around and beating the shit out of you.
The least you could have done was the “I’m so sorry I am a dumbass” apologetic wave!
I wish I had hit you…I wish I had folded your little sports car up like an origami swan and let you pay for your stupidity. Maybe then you would realize how reckless you were and that you could have killed someone with your lack of common sense.
Hopefully one of your many STDs will keep you from making the 8-10 babies you dream of spouting…we really don’t need you spreading your gene pool around.