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silverthorneHeavy box+ rushing to finish absurd amounts of over-flow from yesterday+ not moving hand fast enough=
Big flipping bruise on left palm.
In other news...when did Texas drivers start learning how to drive like they're on a New York highway during rush hour? And why does the little dumbs**t have to insist on riding my bumper for eleven miles?
I was really, honestly, sorely tempted to slam on my brakes and let the guy, who stayed a nice even foot behind me the whole time, crash into my rear end.
Unfortunately, knowing that even if he were wrong and had to pay for it, that there would still be consequences (no car, possible bodily damage, and, knowing my luck the idiot wouldn't be wearing a seat belt either, which means he/she would end up doing a header through the windshield and get killed/maimed/strewn across the pavement), I opted out on that decision.
It was bloody flipping tempting though.
Big flipping bruise on left palm.
In other news...when did Texas drivers start learning how to drive like they're on a New York highway during rush hour? And why does the little dumbs**t have to insist on riding my bumper for eleven miles?
I was really, honestly, sorely tempted to slam on my brakes and let the guy, who stayed a nice even foot behind me the whole time, crash into my rear end.
Unfortunately, knowing that even if he were wrong and had to pay for it, that there would still be consequences (no car, possible bodily damage, and, knowing my luck the idiot wouldn't be wearing a seat belt either, which means he/she would end up doing a header through the windshield and get killed/maimed/strewn across the pavement), I opted out on that decision.
It was bloody flipping tempting though.
