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HA! Last week, I was driving up my lane. I was in a reflective mood, thus driving about 15 MPH on my 25 MPH street. Up ahead, I could see a group of four or five kids, 8 to 12 years old, on bicycles, chatting in the middle of the street. Eventually, I got to their location, but did they move? No... they kept chatting it up amongst themselves. I stopped, and patiently waited... didn't even hit the horn, or cuss the 5hitheads out. Finally, they scooted apart creating a gap almost one Camaro wide.... but not quite enough for me to get through. The little budding a-holes sat there. So I sat there a few moments longer, before they finally struggled their lazy a55es a few more inches.
As I finally had the opportunity to continue, I slowly eased past them. That was when it all went to hell.
Some jackwad, presumably DAD, hollered at me at that very moment. "Hey, why don't you slow down?" he shouted.
Holy smokes, that pushed me right over the top. I stopped, and immediately pansydad rushed inside of his house. I went over, knocked on his door, so we could discuss the matter of my speed.... apparently, 15 MPH, and then patiently being stopped in the road for his little baby jackwads was too fast, and I wanted to discuss with him what HIS idea of "slow enough" is. But he wouldn't answer the door. I knocked... no, not yelling or getting crazy... I was very reserved and composed. But that idiot wouldn't answer the door.
Bottom line? Big A-holes breed little a-holes. Those who are not too bright, also breed little not too bright ones.
So when they get run over by another vehicle driven by somebody not as alert as you, or as willing to stop, or not as sober... and they get greased, well, it is just Darwinism at work.
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