Sorry you were so busy talking on the phone that you nearly drove over my moms subcompact as I made the turn into the alley by the dollar store,a place I'm sure you don't know a thing about, but which is integral to my finances.
You looked so suprised when I pulled up next to you at the light and honked as you fumbled with that sweet Blackberry you were working.You looked so suprised to see me there, and even more suprised when I pointed first at you, then to my eyes and announced to you that you need to look at what you are doing and stop texting.You looked both horrified, and shocked that I would chase you all that way just to share my feelings. I did hit my brakes twice, and signaled for the turn at the corner before the turn, but you weren't looking. My son actually let out a scared sound as I gunned the motor and completed the turn with all of you in my rearview and closing.
Then it all came clear to me. If you can afford a Lexus suv,a Blackberry, and a three tone buzzcut ( very Jamie Lee Curtis of you ), then you can also afford to be a total fuckup.
Thats the thing that seperates you from me. I cannot afford to replace anything I currently own. You must be too important to have to pay attention.
My next car is a 1975 Ford supercab, made of real steel. I promise I won't try to dodge you in it. I will however ask you what the fuck you were doing while driving, as I pick pieces of your plastic auto off the street , and polish the scratch out of my bumper.
Then I'll offer you a great deal on a new paintjob in the color of my choosing.Probably international orange. That way, at least the next poor sonofabitch you attempt to ram on your way home from the flower store might stand a chance.
The price of dumb is just not high enough.
I'm also glad that the bike trails here are mostly away from the roads.