Don't Fuckin' Honk At Me

I stopped by this well-regarded bar on the outskirts of downtown Minneapolis after I saw my alma mater upset Ohio St. with a few friends at our college bar in downtown Minneapolis.  I drive out of my spot but immediate waited at an intersection where I had to wait (and I knew this, I've been stopped at this light many times) for a long, long time.  And this car that drove up behind me eventually honked her horn near the end of this long, long cycle of waiting.  The fuck you do that for?  You think I was going to take a right or something?  No, you dumbass, I had to drive straight through the light so I can hang an immediate right right down the on-ramp ... and by the fucking way, you were going down there, too.  This idiot thinks I could have gone wherever she thought I was going even though there was an obvious reason I was stopped at a red light.

Man, I don't know why in the hell that honker pisses me off, but I'm running red right now.  Don't pull that bullshit on me.  Should've backed into her.