So there I was. Some of my favorite CDs on random and loud (I do believe a favorite Lyle Lovett song was playing at the moment). A breakfast burrito (or in my case the burrito that will keep me full until dinnertime) in my hand. I couldn't help but giggle at the car next to me: EVERY single magnetic ribbon ever made adorned the side. If you saw the guy driving the car, you too would have thought they were placed with irony rather than sincerity.
For someone who was on her way to work, it was a rather blissful moment at a red light.
The car in front of me inched forward. I too moved forward a bit. That's when the car behind me squeezed by (I was in the left lane, to the left of which is a turn lane, because of where I was sitting no one could get by), blaring on his horn and giving me the finger. Seriously, is this a fingerable offense? It's not like there was one or two car lengths in front of me, there was the amount of space my Daddy always taught me to leave - enough to be able to get out in case of trouble. When I passed angry dude as he waited for the light, he was reaching across and rolling down his window to apparently yell and scream and finger me some more. Asshole.
Here's my theory. Since it was the stroke of 8 a.m. I think asshole was late for work and had to take it out on someone. Just think, asshole might have a wife and kids at home. Lucky them.
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