When I showed you one of my fingers, it was because you sped around me when you should have seen that I needed to get over because a bus had stopped in front of me. When you showed me one of your own fingers, I laughed, because clearly you wouldn’t have cared if I was stopping to let Ghandi cross the street. I don’t think anyone but you and I saw you then also spit on my car, but I don’t think anyone needed to see you actually do that to know that you were capable of it. I’ll go you one further: a meer glance at your car and people know you’re an a-hole. Nice one, tough guy.
5 thoughts on “To the guy in the rust-colored Humvee”
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I didn’t know that ST drove a hummer.
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Boing!!
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Rust?!? That’s “Sunset Magenta”!! And I paid extra for that! Sorry about the spit tho- I sneezed and it was pretty yucky.
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I like to flash the peace sign. When used correctly, it can a be very angry gesture. Plus it confuses the recipient and deprives him/her of the satisfaction of flipping me off. Is it just me, or are Humvees about one of the most annoying things in America? “Yeah, I want to drive a war vehicle, but I want it to be the same color as my child’s poop”????????????????
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Ironically, if he were alive today, Gandhi probably would be dismayed at such a violent exchange.
Though, if he did witness it, it would have meant that he was in Sacramento and was 137 years old, which certainly would make it newsworthy.
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