Take your life in your hands…
…and try to cross the street in midtown at lunch time on a workday.
I actually had a woman in a white SUV speed up after stopping so she could cross the crosswalk in front of me. She waved as she went by.
I wish I could carry a paintball gun and splat her white car with dark red paint. That’s the color she wants smeared and sticky on her front bumper, the way she’s driving.
In fact, if I had a paintball gun, at least three vehicles would have been splatted today–but hers I would have taken pleasure in splatting, all over the front windshield, all over her smug, rude face.
Perhaps one of the famous 3rd Street crows will splat her for me. Imagining this tribute makes me smile.
