Then I picked up a couple of packages and headed home. A little history before I continue: Driving in my neighborhood is sometimes amazing - lots of entitled show business idiots and their entitled children. So, occasionally one will drive and you'll see these idiot parents waving frantically at you to slow down. Now, reality: The speed limit in my neighborhood is 35mph. When they frantically wave their entitled arms as if you're a crazed, drunk out of control driver, I've had occasion to look at my speedometer and usually I'm going about twenty, sometimes less if I'm approaching a street I have to turn on. This angers me quite a lot and today it sent me over the edge when some ASS started doing that to me and screaming slow down - I looked at my speedometer - I was going 16mph. I slammed on my brakes and got out of the car and started screaming back at him. He screamed "THERE ARE KIDS HERE!!!" I looked around - since he was the only one on the street for five blocks I screamed back, "OH YEAH, WHERE?" He screamed "JUST SLOW DOWN!" I screamed, "YOU MEAN SLOWER THAN SIXTEEN MILES AN HOUR YOU STUPID PECKERHEAD?" When he saw that he'd lost THAT one, he immediately screamed, "YOU RAN THAT STOP SIGN." I screamed, "I AM SO TIRED OF YOU IDIOTS WAVING AT PEOPLE AS IF THEY WERE NAZIS - NO ONE RAN A STOP SIGN." I really thought we might come to fisticuffs, and it takes a lot to get me to that point. He called me a few names and I returned the fire, and then flipped him off, got in my car, and came home - going twenty miles per hour, as I always do. I now think I will drive the speed limit of 35mph whenever I pass this buttwipes house.
