Sometimes I wish that I had a really crappy car. ‘Why?’ you ask? Because then when someone is tailgating me, particularly when I am already going 5-9 mph over the speed limit and there is a perfectly good lane to my left not being used, I could just slam on the brakes so that they would hit me. After all, it would be their fault (who’s to say I didn’t see a deer about to run out onto the highway?). They would learn the hard way not to tailgate, their insurance would go up, and they’d get a ticket. Maybe they’d even be over the legal blood-alcohol limit and spend the night in jail. Jackpot. As for me, I’d just be out a crappy car that I didn’t care about to begin with. I guess if I did it too many times the police or insurance companies might catch on. Oh well, it’s not like I’d actually do that. I’d probably react much more passive-aggressively. Perhaps by writing a blog post about the tailgating incident.
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Sometimes I wish... |
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Written by on Sunday, August 24, 2008 at 11:40 pm (EDT) Tagged as: annoyances in-your-face my-psyche |
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