Thursday, March 06, 2008

A love letter of sorts.

Dear guy who waved me through the crosswalk and then gunned it the second I stepped into the street,

You are going to hell. I don't even believe in hell, but you are going to hell. I guess I must commend you, because I didn't think Corollas from 1990 could speed up so quickly; you must have taken very good care of your car.

I tried to give it 30 minutes to see if I'd cool off, but no, I'm still pretty angry. Maybe if you walked somewhere other than to the refrigerator and back to the couch you'd have some sympathy for pedestrians that have to walk a a mile to work every day. Or, at the very least, lose that fat ass of yours.

I really appreciate your obeying of Massachusetts state law. After all, the law says you have to stop for pedestrians in crosswalks. There's no law about letting them cross. I can see how that would be confusing. But if you have short-term amnesia, where you don't remember the action you did just moments beforehand, maybe you shouldn't be driving - just a helpful suggestion.

Fortunately, I know my quality of life is significantly better than yours (I'm not 200 pounds overweight and middle-aged), otherwise I probably would've chased you down the street to the next stop light and smashed your windshield with my backpack.

Here's hoping that heart attack comes sooner rather than later. Preferably in a McDonald's bathroom.

-Erin


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