Yes, my glare was directed at you: you, stopped at an intersection talking on your fucking phone with two children in the backseat of of your oversized and overpowered SUV.
You are not special – rules are for everyone. You are not an exception because you might be an extra nice person or something. Or that some rules are out there only to stop bad people and you, obviously, are not one of them so you can do whatever you want.
I hate assholes who talk on their phone while driving. You weren’t even subtle about it, you had it pressed up to your ear you dumb fuck. —I’m not special, either are you
This article appears in Apr 16-22, 2015.
It’s at this point that you pull out your phone and take a pic of the driver and of their license plate. Tweet it to Halifax Police.
Writing a bitch about it does nothing except to earn you a sarcastic comment.
THE FLYSPECK’S ADVICE
“You weren’t even subtle about it, you had it pressed up to your ear you dumb fuck.”
Since he is hard of hearing it was probably The Flyspeck. But take his advice anyway. Just writing a bitch about it does nothing except to earn you a sarcastic comment.
A pleasure as always,
Cheerio!
Correction: Multiple sarcastic comments.
They were stopped at an intersection. That’s prime texting and calling time.
Anyway, maybe it was an emergency. And don’t judge people based on what they’re driving. Maybe it wasn’t her car. Maybe it was a loaner, or she was on her way to the boat club to pull a sailboat out of the water. Maybe you were dreaming the whole thing happened.