To the asshole in the red car who carved me up outside my son’s daycare,
Just because you have a new red car doesn’t mean you get to go whenever you like at four way stops. There’s a procedure for those things you know, and we were ALL there before you.. And by the way, I can’t hear the obscenities you’re screaming at me when you’ve got your windows shut. Have a NICE day, jerk.
This article appears in Jun 12-18, 2008.