I don't know...I tend to have a smart mouth and a lot of attitude. When there was a bad wreck with traffic backed up for miles, a guy tried to cut in front of me by driving down the side of the road until an area where it was blocked off by a concrete. It was here that he decided to cut everyone off that had been waiting for miles and miles by cutting in front of me. Instead of letting him over, I blared my horn for a long 3 or so minutes. (I love my horn...I f*cking LOVE my horn). He continued trying to push in front of me because there was no where for him to go. The person in front of me must have been sweating bullets because I was so close to them. Neither me nor the a$$hole could go anywhere. So, with windows rolled down we started exchanging words. I then decided to blare on the horn again (LOVE IT!), making hand obscene hand gestures, and pointing to my ear that I couldn't hear him.
The girl behind me didn't let him in either.
I like to think that a line of angry females let him have it. Sorry, but I have no tolerance for a$$holes...I let them have it and I enjoy doing it.
It may not be easy to be a girl, but it certainly is easy for me to be a b*tch.
Originally Posted by Shananigans
I don't know...I tend to have a smart mouth and a lot of attitude. When there was a bad wreck with traffic backed up for miles, a guy tried to cut in front of me by driving down the side of the road until an area where it was blocked off by a concrete. It was here that he decided to cut everyone off that had been waiting for miles and miles by cutting in front of me. Instead of letting him over, I blared my horn for a long 3 or so minutes. (I love my horn...I f*cking LOVE my horn). He continued trying to push in front of me because there was no where for him to go. The person in front of me must have been sweating bullets because I was so close to them. Neither me nor the a$$hole could go anywhere. So, with windows rolled down we started exchanging words. I then decided to blare on the horn again (LOVE IT!), making hand obscene hand gestures, and pointing to my ear that I couldn't hear him.
