A short rant with a few swears!
Dear guy across the road from me,
Holy shit dude, use your goddamn indicators when you turn into a side street. Not only will this prevent the people behind you from yelling obscenities at you as they almost drive straight up your ass, it stops you from nearly mowing down a very angry Latekin as she attempts to cross the road.
Which she thought would be safe. Because you weren't indicating to turn. Or slowing down. This is the fourth time you have done this, and the second time I've ended up half sitting on your hood, slamming my fist down, yelling like a crazy lady, and walking home cursing violently under my breath. Now, if I could tell it was one of your many cars, I'd be more careful when crossing the street, but since you have so goddamn many of the fucking things, I don't know it's you until I'm staring straight through your windshield!
This may be why the police have visited your house a couple of times, and stickered one of your eight cars. This may be why there's a randomly patrolling police vehicle in our neighborhood now.
It's definitely why I glare at you every time you get in the car and drive off.
Sincerely,
That chick you keep nearly running over.
Dear guy across the road from me,
Holy shit dude, use your goddamn indicators when you turn into a side street. Not only will this prevent the people behind you from yelling obscenities at you as they almost drive straight up your ass, it stops you from nearly mowing down a very angry Latekin as she attempts to cross the road.
Which she thought would be safe. Because you weren't indicating to turn. Or slowing down. This is the fourth time you have done this, and the second time I've ended up half sitting on your hood, slamming my fist down, yelling like a crazy lady, and walking home cursing violently under my breath. Now, if I could tell it was one of your many cars, I'd be more careful when crossing the street, but since you have so goddamn many of the fucking things, I don't know it's you until I'm staring straight through your windshield!
This may be why the police have visited your house a couple of times, and stickered one of your eight cars. This may be why there's a randomly patrolling police vehicle in our neighborhood now.
It's definitely why I glare at you every time you get in the car and drive off.
Sincerely,
That chick you keep nearly running over.



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