Monday, March 21, 2011

dear mrs. robinson

Dear old lady driving the buick in front of me,


why are you driving 2 miles an hour? in fact, why are you driving at all? why is your seat pushed up so close that you are literally smashed against the steering wheel? why do you have coke bottle glasses on ? - its not like you can see in the first place. why do you have a "handicapped"sticker on your car? shouldn't it be a "blind and senile" sticker instead? WHY are you driving 20 miles an hour in the fast lane when there is a perfectly free lane to your right? where are you going anyways? do you even have a life anymore? or are you just going to buy frozen peas from the grocery store?

Dear hot shot in the green sports car with a personalized licensed plate,

why are you driving 400 miles an hour? in fact, why are you driving at all - why can't you just fly? why is your seat pushed so far back that your toes barely touch the gas petal? why do you have sunglasses on? -its night time. why do you have a naked hula girl dancing on your dashboard? why do you keep cutting me off? why do you have to pull out in front of me when there is no one behind me for miles? im gonna drive super slow to tick you off. why are you riding my tail when im already going 15 mph over the limit? you're gonna be even more mad when your hood is rammed into my bumper.

Dear ragan brock,

why are you screaming at people driving all around you? don't you realize that your sun roof is open and they can hear every word you say?

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