(more road-related bitchiness)
so at lunch today i discovered a fun new hobby. you know those bumper stickers on the back of commercial vehicles, with the phone number and the vehicle number? mmhmm. yes, i called one today. and it was good, and i’m going to do it some more.
so the bitch cuts me off (one of those, i’m going to go first because i can make a left turn faster than you can make a right) — this is wrong, ok? and then she speeds up so bad it was tough for me to catch her, even with a nice little v6 under my hood. as i did this, i held my cell phone up prominently just in case she looked in her rearview mirror as she barely slowed down making a right on the next red light. i gave up following her at this point even though it was almost too many numbers for my pissed off brain to remember, and made the call.
“hello, i’m calling about your truck number 96, that just cut me off and then went so fast it was hard to even get this number to call you. i hope the number was 96, i only had a short time before she disappeared from view, and i wasn’t going to go fast enough to catch up. blonde girl in a white pickup. if i can give you anymore info, call me…”
it was very satisfying. very satisfying indeed.