A funny story story about road rage.
A life time ago, my wife [Gwen] was riding shot gun.
I had some poor boy in a fancy BMW cut me off brutally. He was driving a BMW or some such expensive car. It was fathers day, and it was very warm.
Any way as circumstance would have it, all his fancy driving, only got us equal at the next traffic light. Believe it or not this guy rolled down his window and started screaming because we didn't get OUT OF HIS WAY.
Now this is why I love this girl so MUCH. I was completely ready to just ignore this jerk, but,,,,,
Gwen reached down between her legs, and pulled out the half gallon of milk we had just bought. She opened it. She generously shared it with with this jerk.
On fathers day all we heard was his son, sitting in the shotgun seat saying good move dad.
Think about what spilled milk does in a car on a warm day!
God I still love that girl...
A life time ago, my wife [Gwen] was riding shot gun.
I had some poor boy in a fancy BMW cut me off brutally. He was driving a BMW or some such expensive car. It was fathers day, and it was very warm.
Any way as circumstance would have it, all his fancy driving, only got us equal at the next traffic light. Believe it or not this guy rolled down his window and started screaming because we didn't get OUT OF HIS WAY.
Now this is why I love this girl so MUCH. I was completely ready to just ignore this jerk, but,,,,,
Gwen reached down between her legs, and pulled out the half gallon of milk we had just bought. She opened it. She generously shared it with with this jerk.
On fathers day all we heard was his son, sitting in the shotgun seat saying good move dad.
Think about what spilled milk does in a car on a warm day!
God I still love that girl...
Don't argue with a stupid person. They will pull you down to their level... And beat you with experience..."Samuel Langhorne Clemens"
