open letter

Dear Mister Asshole Driver in the silver monster truck,

Thank you for flipping me that birdie this morning on College Avenue.  In case you didn't notice, we were driving in a 25-mph zone where I have seen cops sit and wait for speeders like you.  Didn't you notice that you were the only vehicle weaving in and out of lanes and rushing to get to where, the next red light?  If you were in a rush because you were running late, maybe you should have woken up earlier so you didn't need start your day road-raging at other drivers like a maniac.  I could see the veins on your neck from 20 feet away.

I would like you to know that it gave me nothing but sheer pleasure to flip you back the fat birdie that you sent my way.  Like they say, if you can dish it, you should be able to take it.  I'm sorry I didn't have the chance to roll down my window to hear what idiotic racist language you were hurling at me.  My left-turn light turned green as I approached the intersection and had to leisurely drive past you where you were sitting at your, well, RED light.  Rushing is so over-rated, don't you think?

Thank you for trying so early to ruin my day, but unfortunately you failed at that.  I hope you were late for work.


Regards,
NR