Open Letter
Dear Guy in front of me on Lake Shore Drive:
Yes, your little car is cute. Sunroofs are fun on days like this. This is all well and good.
However, when I can see one hand drumming to the beat on your roof through said sunroof, and the other tapping out the bassline on the driver's side door through the open window, I become quite concerned that you are driving on a windy (that's wind - like to have many curves, not wind like to blow air... how the hell do you differentiate that?) road WITH NO FREAKING HANDS ON THE WHEEL!
I hope one of the many LSD cops is as unamused as me.
No Love,
Me.
Yes, your little car is cute. Sunroofs are fun on days like this. This is all well and good.
However, when I can see one hand drumming to the beat on your roof through said sunroof, and the other tapping out the bassline on the driver's side door through the open window, I become quite concerned that you are driving on a windy (that's wind - like to have many curves, not wind like to blow air... how the hell do you differentiate that?) road WITH NO FREAKING HANDS ON THE WHEEL!
I hope one of the many LSD cops is as unamused as me.
No Love,
Me.