I’m not proud of myself right now. This morning a guy passed me doing over 70 miles per hour in his truck on the icy interstate. He first came right up on me and then veered over at the last second. As he passed me I found myself wishing he’d hit an icy patch and slide into the guard railing, flip his car, fly through his windshield, and roll to a halt against a light pole. I was hoping that he’d break an arm or a collarbone, rendering him useless at his job as a drywall installer for a small company doing some mid-priced condos going up just south of Broomfield. I pictured him having brown hair, although he had a hat on, making it difficult to guess what color his hair really was.
2 comments:
i saw that guy, he's nuts. Some people think driving is a game and therefore are quite content to play monopoly on their morning commute. You should stay off of I-70 in the am. It's a dangerous place.
~the one that lies
i think that guy took driving lessons in africa where they don't have ice. they all drive like that over here. i mean there. 'cuz i'm not here, so i wouldn't know.
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