My Victory Over the Elderly
So, I took the AP Psych exam today.
I finished the multiple choice questions in about a half hour, then slept for forty minutes.
I drew pictures for the open response questions.
So we finish at about 1:50, so Mr. Coughlin let us go early.
I walk over to the Knoll, and hop into the Geo. This is great... I get out early, so I beat the mob of students racing to pull their cars out of the Knoll. There's a bunch of kids crossing the street farther up, so I don't even have to wait for someone to let me go: I pull right out of the Knoll, onto the Fellsway. Everything is good.
I hit the light at Tremont St. and the Fellsway. Oh well. Can't have everything.
It turns green, and the guy across from me waves for me to turn left. He lets me go. Excellent.
I'm going down Tremont St., but have to stop. Why?
Some dumb-as-shit old lady is trying to pull out of a parking lot. She's sitting there, and she's completely blocking my goddamned lane. I can't even go around her, because there are cars going down the opposite lane, not to mention that the second I try to go around her the dumb-as-shit-old lady will probably drive right into me. Finally, she gets a chance to pull out of the parking lot, and get out of my way, but she doesn't. Why? Because she is dumb as shit, and her old lady reflexes can't handle the everyday stresses of driving. What the fuck.
So, I honk at her. I mean, what the hell. As if it would be too much trouble for her to shift into reverse, and back the hell out of my way, since she obviously isn't going anywhere.
So what does the old crone do?!?
She starts pointing her finger at me and yelling. She rolls down her window. "You wait, you wait you dumb kid!"
No, lady. You die, of old age.
After a half minute of yelling, she finally pulls out, takes the left, gets the hell out of my way. As she passes by me, she leans out her window to yell at me.
Right to her face, I lean over, make a "Ooohh, what are you gonna do, bitch?" expression, and flip her off.
She's just shocked, and I drive off,
I WIN, OLD HAG.
In summary: I kick the collective asses of the elderly. The bastards shouldn't be able to drive, when they can't even figure out where the hell they are when they're walking.
Captain Paul, over and out.
I finished the multiple choice questions in about a half hour, then slept for forty minutes.
I drew pictures for the open response questions.
So we finish at about 1:50, so Mr. Coughlin let us go early.
I walk over to the Knoll, and hop into the Geo. This is great... I get out early, so I beat the mob of students racing to pull their cars out of the Knoll. There's a bunch of kids crossing the street farther up, so I don't even have to wait for someone to let me go: I pull right out of the Knoll, onto the Fellsway. Everything is good.
I hit the light at Tremont St. and the Fellsway. Oh well. Can't have everything.
It turns green, and the guy across from me waves for me to turn left. He lets me go. Excellent.
I'm going down Tremont St., but have to stop. Why?
Some dumb-as-shit old lady is trying to pull out of a parking lot. She's sitting there, and she's completely blocking my goddamned lane. I can't even go around her, because there are cars going down the opposite lane, not to mention that the second I try to go around her the dumb-as-shit-old lady will probably drive right into me. Finally, she gets a chance to pull out of the parking lot, and get out of my way, but she doesn't. Why? Because she is dumb as shit, and her old lady reflexes can't handle the everyday stresses of driving. What the fuck.
So, I honk at her. I mean, what the hell. As if it would be too much trouble for her to shift into reverse, and back the hell out of my way, since she obviously isn't going anywhere.
So what does the old crone do?!?
She starts pointing her finger at me and yelling. She rolls down her window. "You wait, you wait you dumb kid!"
No, lady. You die, of old age.
After a half minute of yelling, she finally pulls out, takes the left, gets the hell out of my way. As she passes by me, she leans out her window to yell at me.
Right to her face, I lean over, make a "Ooohh, what are you gonna do, bitch?" expression, and flip her off.
She's just shocked, and I drive off,
I WIN, OLD HAG.
In summary: I kick the collective asses of the elderly. The bastards shouldn't be able to drive, when they can't even figure out where the hell they are when they're walking.
Captain Paul, over and out.