I have absolutely no problem telling people who endanger my life in traffic that they suck. I'll honk, get their attention, and let them know what I'm thinking. I may, some day, not live to regret my candor, but the important thing for these negligent sacks of shit to remember is this: I am the only one of us two who matters in our encounter. That's a fact.
So, I'm on my way home from work a while ago and one of these negligent sacks of shit blows clear through the STOP sign at a four-way stop. I'm coming to a stop before I go through the intersection and this worthless turd rounds the corner without even pretending to slow down. Once I make my stop, I get on it and pull even with this piece of used food.
Through the tinted windows, I can see it's some woman yakking away on a cell phone. What?! Imagine my surprise! A negligent sack of shit on a cell phone who's blowing through stop signs. Who could imagine?
So, I honk, throw a thumb backwards, and shoot her a dirty look. I can't see her too well, but that changes when we finally come to a stoplight just moments later. I stop well short of the intersection so I can look over at her and elaborate upon my critique of her driving. And she's leaning over and cheerfully rolling down her passenger-side window ---smiling, oblivious, and now comes my shame....
This woman is stunning. She's like a super-fine version of Rebecca Gayheart. And for a split second, I actually regret getting angry at her.
What a fucking sap a man can be!
What possible difference can it make how...delicious and...unforgettable a face can be when it belongs to some negligent sack of....
Ah, to hell with it.
Sap.