To the little car being driven by that silly woman in Kentucky yesterday that crowded my wife as she was driving our little milk wagon - please die a horribly lingering death in a fiery single-car crash.
My wife was driving and keeping up with traffic on the interstate (75) when a gal in a little white PoS decided we needed to move over a lane - so she got close enough to our rear end (which has a hitch-mounted shelf on it) that Holly couldn't see the car's front license. That's close. That's way too close on a highway at speed.
That is why my delightful, tiny wife rolled down her window and shared one particular finger with you.
That is why I had to do some fast (and stern) talking to prevent my lovely wife from following you off at your exit - she really wanted to try out her hip throw and rear choke on you. I think she said something about your stank-assed weave and giving it back to the horse from which you stole it, but I may be mistaken about that...
For you professional drivers, bless you all. The amount of stupid you have to contend with on the road is mind-blowing.
Kerodin
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