Dear Mr. Jackass In The Truck Behind Me,
Just because you think you are indestructible in your truck does not mean that I, in my little tiny car, are equally stupid.
And there is no hospital, court room, or emergency services of any sort past this turn - so stop leaning on your horn and get a freakin’ grip.
Regards,
That girl in the car who just gave you the finger.
[Author’s Note: he proceeded to turn into the bank parking lot and argue with me afterwards. Making him further late for the apparently urgent bank appointment that required that I try to zip through 3 lanes of oncoming traffic. The little car doesn’t have *that* much pickup and I don’t want it to go to the shop or get repainted thank you very much.
For those of you who’ve heard the latest system it was very much a case of ‘You off the island in cement boots’]