amusedI stopped after my appointment for breakfast at McDonald's (the only Micky D's I'll eat voluntarily unless on a road trip). As I'm walking out to my car in the gray and rainy weather, some idiot who took driver's ed at the NASCAR school comes squealing around the corner and towards me at about 40 mph. My natural instincts encourage me to step back, so as to avoid becoming roadkill, and I give the guy a look that clearly said, "Wow, dumbass much?"
And this is where I laugh, because in any normal situation, the imbecile would just keep on going, and life would continue. But apparently, my self-preservation and disparaging glance were too much for his fragile ego, and he hits the breaks, flips me "the Finger," and calls me a "faggot." I think he seriously wanted to fight me there in the McDonald's parking lot. What a tool. I insulted his lack of creativity, as well as his choice of baseball team (I noticed a Cubs license plate frame as it was speeding towards my knees), and went on my way.
Ah, Holiday Cheer is in the air. It's the most wonderful time of the year!
