To the cock-sucker^* in the black “truck”

You know who you are. You’re the one in the shiny black “truck”. I use the term “truck” loosely here, because it was one of those trucks with a full cab and a tiny bed — the kind of “truck” bought by someone who really wants a car, but buys the truck-version to look cool.

Here’s a clue: darting into a space that’s already barely large enough for you in front of an accelerating car without signalling is a stupid thing to do. Second clue: when that accelerating car honks at you and slows down to make sure you’ve gotten the message, that is not your invitation to start back into the lane. Perhaps you shouldn’t be surprised when that car honks at you again.

Then he got over one more lane, and since he was behind me, honked. Yeah, he honked at me. I waved.

Sadly, his lane advanced on mine, so he passed me. He rolled down his window so he could give me the finger (since, of course, the windows on his pretend truck were tinted). Me? I smiled and blew him kisses.

(Thank you, Suzanne, for teaching me that wonderful response to the finger!)

^* Ordinarily, I don’t really see “cock-sucker” as an insult; after all, I, myself, am a cock-sucker. However, this was the type of guy who looked like the kind of asshole who would be very insulted by this epithet.

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