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Dear Greasy-Haired Man in the 2000 Black Eclipse,
I'm sorry to see you were having a bad start to your day this morning. Of course, you weren't able to verbally express it to the commuters around you, but I assure you that everyone at the intersection of Morris Bridge Road and Fletcher Ave at 0830 this morning heard your polo shirt angst as you proudly blared Papa Roach at full volume. If only all of us had hearing damage as bad as you soon will, we could have continued to enjoy the fresh, morning air with our windows down in peace.
Thanks for sharing your whiney, suburb-white emotional terror with the world.
-Kitsune
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