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Friday, February 13, 2009
I stopped at the stop sign at the end of my street. Did my normal back and forth glance. I took my foot off the break and then breaked again when I saw your tiny blinking headlight approaching through the fog. I stopped at least 10 feet from you and mouthed the word "sorry" and gave you a wave. What did you do? Shake your fist at me and start bitching!
I officially reneg my sorry (as I'm sure you could tell by the way I honked my horn at you and gave you the finger).
PS-Before I get berated for being a horrible driver, I do car pool, I do drive a very fuel efficient car, and I ride a bike, weather permitting. I'm pro-bike--but not pro-asshat.
Thanks!
---scotianova