I live this image on the daily, in a Midwestern hell full of giant trucks. Probably 5% of those people also have lift kits, and far too many people have modified them to roll coal.
Back when I had my WRX, I had my infant son in the car. I get on the on ramp and enter the highway. Some asshole in the next lane decides to fuck with the little Subaru and blast thick black smoke all over the highway, so I gun it to get through and past and he does as well. I see the passenger sticking his dumb cunt fucking face out of the window and snickering and I just reacted and as I was flying past I whip and empty frappucino bottle at him, dude caught it with his forehead and I was gone.
I later regretted not just taking the license plate and just calling the cops but then… Hopefully that started a fight between the two.
I won’t pretend I haven’t done dumb shit out of rage, and perhaps I’m just fortunate to not have had my kids in the car. I think I’ve gotten a little smarter, more relaxed, the older they get. I’m kind of at a point where the only people who can really get under my skin are my kids.
I live this image on the daily, in a Midwestern hell full of giant trucks. Probably 5% of those people also have lift kits, and far too many people have modified them to roll coal.
Back when I had my WRX, I had my infant son in the car. I get on the on ramp and enter the highway. Some asshole in the next lane decides to fuck with the little Subaru and blast thick black smoke all over the highway, so I gun it to get through and past and he does as well. I see the passenger sticking his dumb cunt fucking face out of the window and snickering and I just reacted and as I was flying past I whip and empty frappucino bottle at him, dude caught it with his forehead and I was gone.
I later regretted not just taking the license plate and just calling the cops but then… Hopefully that started a fight between the two.
Hopefully you don’t do this with your kids in the car anymore.
Not like that, no.
Edit: but I haven’t encountered a situation that blatantly thoughtless and cuntish since then, either.
I won’t pretend I haven’t done dumb shit out of rage, and perhaps I’m just fortunate to not have had my kids in the car. I think I’ve gotten a little smarter, more relaxed, the older they get. I’m kind of at a point where the only people who can really get under my skin are my kids.
Lmao! Sure, for small annoyances, but nobody on earth can enrage me better than my mother.