Usually I try to ignore them. But sometimes some 17 year old kid pulls up in his tricked out Civic with one of those loud ass exhaust cans. Even then, though, I let it go unless he's got his girlfriend with him, and then after he's done looking stupid, I drag him out of the car at a traffic light and start beating the crap out of him, cause I'm cool like that. Then I drive off into the sunset with the floozie behind me and a cigarette clenched firmly in my teeth as I stare out into the world with icy blue eyes, in search for that kid in the Neon who pissed me off last week...
So anyway, all this goes through my head as I wait for the light. Then it turns green, we quickly glance at each other in some kind of suedo-macho male challenge (that's when I know it's on), and I stall it two feet into the intersection.
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I wouldn't be so paranoid if you all weren't out to get me.