That Was A Close Call

Well. Things certainly got a little heated during the evening commute.

“I’m gonna kill you, you fat honky bastard!”

This was the driver in the car to my right. At least, I think that’s what he said. It was a little hard to tell, as the windows on my Hummer were rolled up, both the AC and the AC/DC were at full blast, and we were doing 80 down the highway. Plus, he was waving a gun at me.

So I slammed on my brakes. And just in the nick of time, as it turned out. The madman fired wildly, putting six beer can-sized holes through a Cutlass Supreme in the lane to my left. Unfortunately, the old lady behind the wheel was killed instantly. Don’t expect me to feel too bad though. She was 87, which meant she’d already been soaking up social security for damn near a quarter-century.

The good news is, that guy’s going away for a long time. And to think it all started ’cause I flicked him off for driving too slow. What did he expect? If you don’t want the bird, don’t drive like an asshole.

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