some dork behind me in traffic this morning <br />honked his horn several times in frustration <br />holding that sour note when he should have been <br />taking deep breaths and trying to relax.... <br />a few minutes later he laid his hand on the horn <br />and wouldn't let up for a good minute and a half <br />until he gave it a break to flip me the middle finger <br />where did he think I could go? <br />he then got out of his car <br />and advancing towards me while waving both hands <br />frantically in the air as if he was intending to fly <br />he shouted for me engage in gay sex <br />and then walking back to his vehicle <br />he kicked the rear tire of my car <br />I'm sure he didn't want to buy it.... <br />guys like him used to be the exception <br />instead of the rule <br />now days things aren't like they were back then <br />when people treated others with respect <br />and a little more consideration <br />things have certainly changed a lot since then <br /> now I carry a gun and know how to use it...... <br /> <br />2007 © Ted Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fascist-drivers/
