Ok, so here’s what pissed me off first thing this morning:
I’m driving with my kids in the van (yes, I drive a mommy van) through town. We drive by a middle school, where the street running north and south does NOT have a stop sign (which is what I’m on) and the street running east and west DOES have a stop sign. As I am about 10 feet or less from the intersection, I see a black car come just chugging along the other way.
I realize that this bastard is not going to stop – and even worse, he’s not even paying attention!
So, I slam on my breaks to keep from hitting the ass, and the person comming from the opposite direction does as well.
The bastard in the black car NEVER even looks over either way – just keeps on going.
So, being the kind loving person I am – I kindly slam my fist on my horn and show him how pretty the hot pink finger nail is on my middle finger. He obviously doesn’t like pink because he flips me off. I also notice that the man on the other side of the road is doing the same thing because he was closer than I was to hitting this man. So, I don’t feel so bad for showing him my finger nails.
Well, being that all my kids are in the car, I don’t go any further – but I’m seething at this point.
I mean, seriously – how arrogant do you really have to be to run a damn stop sign in the middle of town, and then shoot me the bird when I get mad because I almost hit you?
I know that this cannot possibly be happening in the small town I live in because I do see it all the time. What really bothers me is that this bastard never bothered to look either way – no matter that a dump truck or a school bus or anyone else might be coming along. No matter that he just about caused a three-car pile up on a lazy, shady street early this morning. No matter that he needs some damn reading glasses in my opinion.
So, seriously – those of you out there who are running those stop signs because you either just don’t care or are too dumb to read them – watch out. I might just be driving the opposite way… or even better, a dump truck might be and he might not stop.
(And to those out there reading this and wondering why I’m so angry at this, well, then obivously you’ve never had this happen to you with kids in the car.)