More Traffic/Fat Related Nonsense

Oddly, today I had an incident on the road which makes me wonder if I am just being told by the universe to get over the whole being called fat thing. I'm driving along, this woman is behind me, not paying attention so she doesn't slow down until the last second, meanwhile leaning on the horn (blaming me for traffic?) even though everyone else on the entire highway is slowing down.

She gets way too close to my tail, swerves over to the left onto the shoulder, then cuts back in front of me, flips me off and makes a gesture with both arms like she's saying how fat I am.

So remember kids, as long as the driver you're blaming is fat, all your actions are excused on the road. It's carte fucking blanche, fat folk!

Comments

Julie said…
Maybe it had nothing to do w/ you at all. And whatever she did had to do w/ her crap inside anyways. Sometimes though we see what we want to see if we are looking for something in particular. don't be so hard on yourself. Read Illusions again :) and don't sweat that silly chick. :)
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