No, I’m not talking about an accident.
Sure, there are times when you see that dickhead driver do something shitty and you momentarily wish you had a rocket launcher or were driving a bumper car so you could smash the shit out of that person… Alas, you’re not a “go-to-prison-for-manslaughter”-type so you opt for turning the stereo up louder instead of homicide.
Injuries aside, what I’m talking about is when you’re minding your own business and there’s that douche that does any of the following, in no particular order:
- Cuts you off
- Honks at you to go THE FUCKING MILLISECOND the light turns green
- Stops short every ten seconds
- Drives as slow as is humanly possible
- Drives as fast as is humanly possible
- Weaves in and out of traffic lanes
- Did I mention the honking thing?
The feeling I’m talking about is when you experience someone doing any/all of these things in your vicinity. You feel powerless, that this person will continue to drive like a jerkoff without penalty.
Then, out of nowhere, there’s the po-lice. Finally, Johnny 5-0 is on the case. The ol’ blue and whites to the rescue, the wailers go on and you know—hell, everyone around you knows—who it’s for.
Polar Opposite of this Feeling?: Every single time this happens and you do nothing about it, especially when something else shitty has happened to you that day or night so you’re even more annoyed.
scott spinelli 