Life Annoyances
Ok, srsly bitch. I am parked between two SUVs. I CANNOT SEE YOU. I am backing out SLOWLY because I can't see shit. There is no need to SLAM on your breaks, screech your tires and lay on the horn for 10 seconds. Oh, wait, yes there was. You were doing 25 IN A FUCKING PARKING LOT. The teeny tiny, itty-bitty post office parking lot to boot. When I checked my mirror you were mouthing obscenities no one over the age of 30 should ever utter. Let alone someone pushing 70 and driving a powder blue BWM SUV. You're damn fucking right I flipped your wrinkly old ass off. You deserved worse but I had errands to run and couldn't bother following you to your next stop to give you a lesson in common parking lot courtesy.
Did you have the right of way? Sure. Were you an overdramatic, hateful bitch about it? Yep. I wish I HAD rammed my little tin can full speed into your overpriced gas guzzler. I think I could have at least done enough damage to satisfy my black little soul.
I take solace in the fact only that you seemed to be COMPLETELY lost and were probably cutting through the post office to turn around. No local is that rude or drives that fast through the parking lot, and YOU, my dear monetarily-gifted gramma, made a left turn down Maple into the WORST neighborhood in Ambler. I won't even DRIVE through those streets and I consider myself damn near fearless. I hope you had fun seeing the residents stare, point, snicker, leer, and possibly follow your nice, shiny Beemer through those narrow, twisty side streets. I REALLY hope they stopped you to ask if you're lost. I'll be watching the police blotter to find out. You get what you deserve, cuntrag.
Did you have the right of way? Sure. Were you an overdramatic, hateful bitch about it? Yep. I wish I HAD rammed my little tin can full speed into your overpriced gas guzzler. I think I could have at least done enough damage to satisfy my black little soul.
I take solace in the fact only that you seemed to be COMPLETELY lost and were probably cutting through the post office to turn around. No local is that rude or drives that fast through the parking lot, and YOU, my dear monetarily-gifted gramma, made a left turn down Maple into the WORST neighborhood in Ambler. I won't even DRIVE through those streets and I consider myself damn near fearless. I hope you had fun seeing the residents stare, point, snicker, leer, and possibly follow your nice, shiny Beemer through those narrow, twisty side streets. I REALLY hope they stopped you to ask if you're lost. I'll be watching the police blotter to find out. You get what you deserve, cuntrag.