Was on my way home from work yesterday via the highway (yay employment!), when I found my self behind two pickups, one in each lane, and both were keeping pace and going slower than everybody else, which is really saying something on Denver's I-270 during rush hour, since it's usually a parking lot. I notice that the one in the left lane is inching slowly over into the right lane next to the one in front of me (I'm in the right lane). My first thought was, "Fuck, I'm going to have to stand witness for an accident between two putzes (after my accident last year, in which two witnesses stuck around, I've vowed to stick around if I ever witness one myself)."
As I'm thinking this, I see a small silver can-shaped object get thrown from the window of the truck in front of me, over to the other one. I can't think of any soda cans that were that shiny, and given that we've got July 4th today, I think I can safely bet that it was a beer, so we've got two drivers, performing unsafe maneuvers and impeding the flow of traffic while (probably) intoxicated. Lovely.
As I'm thinking this, I see a small silver can-shaped object get thrown from the window of the truck in front of me, over to the other one. I can't think of any soda cans that were that shiny, and given that we've got July 4th today, I think I can safely bet that it was a beer, so we've got two drivers, performing unsafe maneuvers and impeding the flow of traffic while (probably) intoxicated. Lovely.
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