Ok...so anyone who lives in Richmond, has lived in Richmond, or has even visited Richmond will know just how unbelievably annoying West Broad Street is. Today was no exception.
So after waiting THIRTY MINUTES for a pizza at Costco for my dear fiance I was definitely ready to come home - the only thing that lied between me and the pizza/couch was West Broad Street. Sonofabitch.
First incident - at the first light I came to there was someone who felt it necessary to wait TWENTY SECONDS before pulling out at the green light. They are lucky though, because I made the light.
Second incident (the real doozy) - After speeding around the moron who pulled out late at the light (and stared at them as I zoomed by) I had to come to a screeching halt because some mother f***** is going thirty miles an hour on W Broad (which has a speed limit of 45 - meaning you should go at LEAST 50). And what do I see as I am fuming going 30 mph? A 'baby on board' sticker. Sonofabitch. My question is, do you really REALLY think that I am going to drive more carefully around you because you have a baby in the backseat?! NO! My first inclination was that I wanted to rear end the car. But then I realized that would be unfair to the poor innocent baby who did not ask for ass hole parents and clearly has no idea how bad of drivers they are. I realized what I really wanted to do was: at the next red light throw my car into park, get out, walk to the car in front of me, pull the driver out, AND PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE. However, I refrained from doing this because there was an opening for me to zoom by them. So I did and stared at them as I zooooooomed by.
I could actually feel my blood pressure rising. I always think it will be ok to take Broad because 64 is almost as bad with the potholes and slow idiots in the left lane. I am ALWAYS WRONG. Sonofabitch.
Moral of the Story: Let it be known - If you have a 'baby on board' sign in your car and are unfortunate enough to have me driving behind you I just might at the first red light, pull you out of the car and kick the living shit out of you. You infuriate me. SONOFABITCH.
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