When I’m An Old Fart
When I am an old, grumpy octogenarian, I solemnly swear to never drive like the fucktards on the road in Tucson.
No driving 10 mph under the speed limit in the left lane while blocking everyone trying to turn left at the next light. No casually drifting in and out of lanes without any forewarning. Absolutely no pulling out into speeding traffic with the belief that everyone will just see me in my old fart mobile and stop to avoid ramming into my stupid ass.
No asshole-ish driving allowed. I am better than that. And should I be so senile to think it’s okay to drive when I’m past the ripe old age of being able to drive like an intelligent human being, do me a favor and spill sugar in my gas tank, beat me with my cane, and steal my keys.
Current Mood:
Alarmed
July 15th, 2009 at 8:10 am
When I’m an old fart, I’m going to be able to afford a chauffeur.