I was walking out of the theater last night, and since this is the cinema with the way overdone Egyptian grandeur scheme, there's a place to pull up and pick up/drop off people. This low, yellow sports car comes rumbling up, and
vvvVVVVRRRRRRR. vvvVVVVVVRRRRR!
It echoes, because the space is partially enclosed, and he's loud. He keeps revving, for no discernible reason. So finally I turn and yell at him, embarrassing my co-workers. He probably couldn't hear me, but yelling "Rev louder, I can't hear how small your p---- is!" certainly made me feel better!
Five minutes later I've finally made it to my parking spot and I can still hear him revving his motor in the pick-up area.
Here's your sign, sir.
vvvVVVVRRRRRRR. vvvVVVVVVRRRRR!
It echoes, because the space is partially enclosed, and he's loud. He keeps revving, for no discernible reason. So finally I turn and yell at him, embarrassing my co-workers. He probably couldn't hear me, but yelling "Rev louder, I can't hear how small your p---- is!" certainly made me feel better!

Five minutes later I've finally made it to my parking spot and I can still hear him revving his motor in the pick-up area.
Here's your sign, sir.

Revvers are especially annoying at work...do you really think you're badass by gunning your engine and peeling out of your space at the supermarket, especially if you end up having to wait for the light to turn green?


Its become one of my favorite phrases lately, I've never seen so many incompetent and wanting to show it off drivers.
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