I hope you get cancer and die
I was driving to a social club meeting last Friday, when the driver infront of me at a traffic light through their cigarette butt out their car window. It hadn't rained in weeks and there's dead grass everywhere. I tap my horn to get their attention. They look at me in there rear view mirror, while I mimic smoking a cigarette, throwing out the window, and then shrugged my shoulders in a questioning manner. She gave me the finger and mouthed the words F*** YOU.
Thats when I noticed the for sale sign in the back of her SUV. I tapped in the number listed into my cell phone, and proceeded to drive through the intersection. A few blocks away from there she pulled into her driveway. A couple of blocks away, I pulled over the truck (I don't use the cell phone while driving), and gave the Betty a ring. She answered. I told her I had seen the for sale sign in the back of her SUV. She was happy. I asked her why she felt the need to throw her butts out the window of her vehicle. She was not so happy. OBSCENE LANGUAGE INSERTED HERE/DEATH THREATS/A WEIRD REFERENCE TO OPTICAL RAPAGE. I stated "I hope you get cancer and die."
I phoned her back three times that night.
Cheers
Colleen Prime
PS I have since gotten rid of her cell phone number ... I mean it was funny for me .... but I don't really need any new hobbies.
1 comment:
You're hardcore!
Yesterday I was waiting for someone to move his Civic - he was seemingly mentally-stalled for no particular reason - maybe he was having a conversation with his passenger or something. I gave him a clap of my hands when he started moving, and said, "hurray." He must have seen me clapping as he clapped his hands out his window.
He showed me?
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