So I’m idling by the traffic light, A/C cranked to the max, Phil Collins blasting through the speakers, and I’m watching this guy in front of me driving a brand spanking new Mustang GT, with a very obvious manual transmission, this I knew because it was rolling back towards me while the idiot was chatting with his shotgun riding bimbo.
I hit the horn hard, but the Mustang didn’t stop, rolling and rolling, until the guy finally woke up and slammed on the brakes just before he could have hit me, leaving only mere inches between his rear end and my grille guard.
The light turned green and he shifted gears again, but not before sticking his arm out the window and giving me the finger. This of course, after I had just saved his stupid arse from denting his precious ride.
Love this town.
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