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Thursday, 25 January 2007 18:17Dear reckless driver:
For your information, yellow does not mean continue on like you don't see it. It means either go or stop, depending on your speed and the distance you have to travel and how long the light stays yellow. I didn't have the speed to cover the distance, so I stopped.
If you had spent half the concentration you were obviously putting into your conversation on the road instead, you would have seen the light turn yellow or my brake lights suddenly light up. The fact that it took you until five feet behind me to suddenly notice my reduced speed is clearly a strike against you.
And no, I did not find it necessary to be honked at seven times for your mistake. Nor did I appreciate the vulgar gestures through the windshield or the no-doubt-colorful words you used to describe me to the phone.
And surprisingly, I can tell a change in colors. Once again laying on the horn when the light turned green motivated me only to go all the more slowly, just to piss you off more, 'cuz I'm a bitch like that.
Just be thankful that I'm a little more tolerant to bigots. Had it happened to anyone else in my family, they would have climbed out of the car and given you a piece of their mind. Consider that the next time you hit speed-dial, you psychotic bitch.
Sincerely,
Pissed Off
For your information, yellow does not mean continue on like you don't see it. It means either go or stop, depending on your speed and the distance you have to travel and how long the light stays yellow. I didn't have the speed to cover the distance, so I stopped.
If you had spent half the concentration you were obviously putting into your conversation on the road instead, you would have seen the light turn yellow or my brake lights suddenly light up. The fact that it took you until five feet behind me to suddenly notice my reduced speed is clearly a strike against you.
And no, I did not find it necessary to be honked at seven times for your mistake. Nor did I appreciate the vulgar gestures through the windshield or the no-doubt-colorful words you used to describe me to the phone.
And surprisingly, I can tell a change in colors. Once again laying on the horn when the light turned green motivated me only to go all the more slowly, just to piss you off more, 'cuz I'm a bitch like that.
Just be thankful that I'm a little more tolerant to bigots. Had it happened to anyone else in my family, they would have climbed out of the car and given you a piece of their mind. Consider that the next time you hit speed-dial, you psychotic bitch.
Sincerely,
Pissed Off
