Today is really not the day.
Dear stupid teenage girls in a big beater truck who pretended you were going to crash head on into me and then swerved at the last minute, laughing your heads off. You are damn lucky I didn't turn my car around and beat the ever-living tar out of you.
XOXO,
Kate
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4 comments:
Seriously? I will find them and beat them for you. (Remember, I'm a giant?) They need someone to have a 'fried green tomatoes' moment on their behinds, and hit their car because 'I'm older, and I have more insurance.'
Oh my gosh! At the very least I would have turned around...followed them a little...you know to scare them a little and then called the police with the license plate number.
I wish you would have, and I wish I was there with you!
Aren't all the idiots in the world lucky that the rest of us have self control? (You should check out my recent post about road rage.)
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