Fine. I've got road rage.
[Don’t Do It!!]
“Who the hell taught you to drive?”
Lucy was standing in the driver’s side seat of her yellow convertible, screaming at the top of her lungs at the guy in the white Lexus in front of her. They were stuck in a traffic jam and had been for the last half hour. Lucy was seriously in need of coffee and stressed out because she still needed two skirts and a pair of heels for her trip to Las Vegas, which started tomorrow.
At least that was her excuse.
The reality was while Lucy loved to drive, it generally made her postal.
The car behind her blared it’s horn and she turned around. “I will so kick your ass in the prettiest pair of Jimmy Choos you’ve ever seen.” She wasn’t sure if the warning made the woman inside the car stop or it was the fact that traffic was actually moving.
A whole three feet.
A whole three feet in which the giant black SUV next to her attempted to schooch in front of her. Lucy slammed on her horn and was back on her feet in the front seat. She was screaming obscenities at the SUV when the guy rolled down the passenger side window and started screaming them back.
That was when the car went into park and Lucy hopped over the door in her Diane Von Furstenberg dress and Jimmy Choos. The guy sorta lost it when she chucked a gold tube of Chanel lipstick at his window.
He was bigger than she originally thought. Or maybe he just looked bigger barreling at her across a lane of decidedly not moving traffic. He had two meaty fists clenched at his side. Totally justifiable reason for her swing her Prada bag by its strap to smack the guy in the side of her head. It certain wasn’t her fault that he was a light weight that stumbled under the blow.
What happened next was a little blurry but Lucy knows he attacked her. And it horrified her to realize she actually used her Jimmy Choo on the man. There could have been blood (there wasn’t) and blood was hell to get out of raw silk.
Also, as an aside, handcuffs suck. Sure, she could have broken out of them but she was pretty sure police officers frowned upon that. Also, as another aside, mug shots were never pretty, no matter how great the smile.
And Angel? Never happy to be called to come pick her up on assault charges.
“Who the hell taught you to drive?”
Lucy was standing in the driver’s side seat of her yellow convertible, screaming at the top of her lungs at the guy in the white Lexus in front of her. They were stuck in a traffic jam and had been for the last half hour. Lucy was seriously in need of coffee and stressed out because she still needed two skirts and a pair of heels for her trip to Las Vegas, which started tomorrow.
At least that was her excuse.
The reality was while Lucy loved to drive, it generally made her postal.
The car behind her blared it’s horn and she turned around. “I will so kick your ass in the prettiest pair of Jimmy Choos you’ve ever seen.” She wasn’t sure if the warning made the woman inside the car stop or it was the fact that traffic was actually moving.
A whole three feet.
A whole three feet in which the giant black SUV next to her attempted to schooch in front of her. Lucy slammed on her horn and was back on her feet in the front seat. She was screaming obscenities at the SUV when the guy rolled down the passenger side window and started screaming them back.
That was when the car went into park and Lucy hopped over the door in her Diane Von Furstenberg dress and Jimmy Choos. The guy sorta lost it when she chucked a gold tube of Chanel lipstick at his window.
He was bigger than she originally thought. Or maybe he just looked bigger barreling at her across a lane of decidedly not moving traffic. He had two meaty fists clenched at his side. Totally justifiable reason for her swing her Prada bag by its strap to smack the guy in the side of her head. It certain wasn’t her fault that he was a light weight that stumbled under the blow.
What happened next was a little blurry but Lucy knows he attacked her. And it horrified her to realize she actually used her Jimmy Choo on the man. There could have been blood (there wasn’t) and blood was hell to get out of raw silk.
Also, as an aside, handcuffs suck. Sure, she could have broken out of them but she was pretty sure police officers frowned upon that. Also, as another aside, mug shots were never pretty, no matter how great the smile.
And Angel? Never happy to be called to come pick her up on assault charges.