Wow, I haven't had to deal with crazy motherfuckers like you on the road in a long time. And unfortunately you wanted to let everyone know you could conquer the snow like a man when I was trying to get to work. I don't remember anyone cutting in right around me that closely in a long time, if not ever. And when you started tapping your brake and flipping me off (at least that's what I thought you were doing; I couldn't see your bitch ass finger all that clearly in the snow, boy), I began to realize that you might be on fucking drugs. Who the fuck else does crazy shit like that on a county highway at 8 on a Friday morning while snow's falling?
Then, I rolled up behind you on the left turn lane. I didn't think you were crazy enough to cut in front of someone on the right lane that was going straight through the intersection and then make a left turn before we had our green light or the traffic coming straight the other way had theirs, but maybe you're on some insane shit. Or, you were afraid of me. One of the two.
Bravo, though, you piece of shit. I was calm enough to lift the license plate of your Honda sedan. God, I hope I never, ever see you again, you dangerous fucking asshole.
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