To the arsehole driving on my street this morning in the red mazda: Slow the fuck down! You couldn’t have been in that much of a hurry, since you stopped and backed up to confront me for giving you a look. You’re right, 50 is the limit, whether it’s Connaught Street or the little narrow twisty street we were on. Even though “it don’t make no difference” to you, it should. There are no sidewalks, in some spots it’s not wide enough for two cars to pass, and children walk to school on it at quarter after eight in the morning. Have a little consideration for others, and use some common sense. Try to be better than the ignorant belligerent ass that you are now. —My Eyes Work Fine
This article appears in Sep 15-21, 2011.
This dipshit actually stopped and backed up to confront you because you gave him a look? Jesus, this fucker was just gagging for an ass kicking, wasn’t he? Either that or he was just making sure that you got his license plate correct for when you call and report his ass.
If he stopped long enough to show you that he failed grade 6 Grammar, then he was certainly stopped long enough for you to get his plate number. I hope you called the police. Even if they can’t lay a charge, he sounds like the kind of Piltdown Man who would be so stroppy during a routine stop, that the officers would tase him for shits & giggles. Everyone wins.
a speed limit is a maximum number, the driver is still responsible to drive acording to road conditions.
Next time you see the car write down the licence plate number and report him next time you catch him speeding. Then he will thnk twise about his speed limit 🙂
Plate number OB?
some people work hard at being shitheads, to this dude, it comes naturally. spike belts are easy to make and use o.p.
Actually, I have seen this arshole, too. He was on the bridge driving like a crazed fool. I threw up my hands at him, and he moved like he was going to side swipe me. Some people just don’t get it, you know…sad.