Kids Today

So I pull into Taco Bell’s drive-thru but stop a car length or so short of the end of the line to let a car on my right back out of a parking space.

Meanwhile, some high school chick swoops in from my left and pulls in front of me in line.

Mind you, there was no driveway to my left. There were two handicapped parking spaces on my side with two more mirroring them even farther to my left, each pair divided by a striped loading/unloading zone put there to accommodate the rickety people who park in such spaces.

This chick illegally drove through BOTH unloading zones and maneuvered between parked cars to line jump me while I sat there being a polite driver and a good citizen. She and her girlfriend laughed the whole way with their Here Comes My Red Lipstick lips and My Eyelids Are Sagging Under The Weight Of My Mascara lashes.

I was about to get out of my car and bitch slap them both when a fire truck pulled up and I suddenly lost all conscious thought of anything other than the three healthy, clean cut men in uniform strolling to lunch.

When I came to, the bitches were ordering. That’s okay. I got the make, model, and license number of her car. If someone wakes up to a gas tank full of sugar, I had nothing to do with it.

 

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Comments

[JCW]

I have always found that the well-aimed toss of a half a dozen raw eggs does wonders for one's spirits.

[Trish]

Ooooo that just grinds my gears. The little snots.

I second the idea about the eggs.

Whenever stuff like this happens, I replay in my head the scene from Fried Green Tomatoes: "Face it girls, I'm older and I have more insurance."

Muhahahahaha!