We Interrupt this Contest for a Word from God
I know I mention it a lot, but I drive an itty bitty sports car. I only do because I love it so freaking much, I can’t help it. The down side to it, and it’s a small one, hardly worth noticing, is its so itty bitty those that the big fat arsed SUVs and Vans don’t always see me. The other day this stupid big van, I guess we can call it a SBV, pulled out over in our lane like we weren’t there. Luckily, I am like all kind of awesomeness defensive driver type in a car with lightening reflexes so I easily avoided collision. I don’t even get upset when things like that happen. I assume chick must be in a hurry. Maybe she is carting around kids, or going to four or five stores to get her grocery shopping done as cheaply as possible in her big old gas guzzling SBV. Who am I to judge? This time though, I chased her down. She kept going faster, flipping lanes and so did I I am sure she was worried, because she knows what she did wrong. Oh yes she did know! She saw my laughing face in my shiny ca