The Deuce Goose

when shit happens, it usually happens in my mouth

7.18.2003

Today I had to drop off two packages at my parents house. They're out of town so naturally, I have to do all the work they would normally do themselves. Bullshit, but I digress. I drop off the packages and am heading out of the neighborhood. It must have been 10 years ago, but some asshole in the neighborhood council decided our subdivision needed a stop light at the entrance. This stop light has been nothing short of the bane of my existence since it was put up. You see, I'm what some would call an "aggressive" driver. All that really means is I'm not afraid to shoot into a gap of oncoming traffic, where most people would just wait out the traffic. I don't do waiting. So where I used to have no troubles merging with traffic, I'm now obligated by law to wait until that fucking miserable light says it's appropriate for me to turn. In the wilder days of my youth (ahem) the light showing red didn't necessarily stop me from turning. Now, as I've matured, the fear of getting a ticket outweighs the benefits gained in running the light. So, the ultimate joy now is to be nearing the light and find another car already waiting there, thus allowing you to glom on to their wait and potentially hit the light just as you get to it. Now that you understand all that, let me tell you what happened today. Like I said, I was leaving my parents house and I was nearing the dreaded light. Ahead I saw two cars already waiting. My pulse quickened and I mashed my foot on the accelerator. The light turned green and with dizzying pleasure I realized I would hit the light at exactly the right time. That is until the second car didn't move. In a panic I slammed on the brakes. There was a woman driving the car and she didn't seem to be paying attention. I hit the horn as sweat started popping out on my face. She looked into her rear view mirror, I saw her eyes, and there was nothing there. She was a mindless drone and I knew I was doomed. Her car inched forward as I pushed on my steering wheel wishing her to move faster. The light turned yellow, she turned right, and my ass was sore from the rough fucking it just received. To say I was seething with hate would be a dramatic understatement. I was extremely close to jumping out of my car, running into the closest lawn, and pulling up any plants I saw. This fucking woman really did me in and I'm convinced she was so stupid as to not even know she had done anything wrong. Well done bitch, you've challked up another reason why I hate society at large. The ignorance is limitless, fortunately, I think my hate may be limitless as well.