So Saturday night me and Wifey are coming home from dinner.
It's about 11:00 pm.
All of a sudden a car flies by me and passes me on the right.
On a single lane road.
I'm FURIOUS!
I press my horn down and speed up.
I keep the horn blaring!
Wifey is nervous.
"ARE YOU NUTS?? THEY COULD KILL US!!" she says.
I keep following them with my horn going. I'm right on their tail.
They finally pull over.
I pull over right behind them.
"DON'T GET OUT OF THE CAR! THEY MIGHT HAVE A GUN OR SOMETHING!" she says.
So I sit there. She's probably right. Why get killed just to prove a point?
They are still sitting in their car.
I decide to just go home.
I pull my car back onto the street.
We slowly drive by them.
Wifey turns her head towards them and gives them the finger.
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4 comments:
I think you're getting crabby in your old age.
Getting???
Was the car really flying? Because that would be pretty nifty.
I find it amusing when there are multiple posts and they're not me being retarded.
But, anyway...so to sum up:
From now on Wifey will be doing the driving?
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