Road Rage
In the car, on the way back to the house after his last class:
Me (loudly, at some random driver): "Dammit, you son of a bitch! I *had* right of way, you massive douche."
Boyfriend: "We need to get your horn fixed. You don't have any way to communicate your anger at other drivers right now. Well, except for vehicular homicide."
(If I ever hit and kill someone by accident, this is SO going to come back and bite me in the ass.)
Me (loudly, at some random driver): "Dammit, you son of a bitch! I *had* right of way, you massive douche."
Boyfriend: "We need to get your horn fixed. You don't have any way to communicate your anger at other drivers right now. Well, except for vehicular homicide."
(If I ever hit and kill someone by accident, this is SO going to come back and bite me in the ass.)