Dear Person who cut me off on Las Olas Blvd, then gave me the finger,
I understand if you are mad becuase you hate driving in downtown traffic. I understand if you get a little road rage.We all do. I understand that you might have been in a hurry to get to where you were going.
What I don’t understand is how you managed to give me the finger with one hand on a Dunkin Donuts Iced Coffee and a ciggarette in the other. I mean, who the hell was steering the car? Were you using your knee? Perhaps, you had your girlfriend steering for you. Wait, not a chance becuase while you were yeliing “Fuck Off” I noticed your yellow, rotting teeth. There is no way anyone in their right mind would date a disguting smelly bastard like you. Maybe Lady Gaga, appearantly you like her, because you had the volume so loud I still have the song in my head. Thanks again for that. You know, as a matter of fact, where would a person like you be going in such a hurry at 8 am in the morning? Were you reporting to parole, going to score some drugs, or were you just out to make every decent person have a horrible start to the day.
It’s people like you that make me never want to have kids. The thought of actually bringing a person into a world with you in it, makes me want to stick needles in my eye.
Next time I see you be prepared to get the finger back in return. I would tell you off in person, but I am afraid I might catch a wiff of what ever you have coming out of that disgusting rotting mouth of yours.
Fingered at Fran
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