Yes, I know you think you’re cute in your convertible and your baseball cap. And I almost forgave you for cutting me off when you discovered you were in the wrong lane…until I saw the cell phone you held up to your ear. Even then, I just muttered bad words under my breath.
But then you dangled your left arm out of the car while the right hand held the cell phone, and I realized there were no hands on the steering wheel. Unless, of course, you have a terrible mutation, in which case I apologize. But if you don’t have a third arm growing out of the center of your chest, then I don’t apologize for screaming at you to put at least one hand on the wheel.
But it really would have been funny if you had pulled out in front of that firetruck you didn’t hear because your conversation was so scintillating. Not for the firetruck and the people at the fire, but you all know what I mean.
Too bad there isn’t a number to call at the police station to report idiots like this, so they could send out a little letter telling you that you’d been caught being stupid, and warning you to shape up.