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To The Fat Lady At The Crosswalk:

Published 7.7.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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I believe in braking for pedestrians. Mainly because if I do not, I will be thrown in jail, so you might want to say a quick thanks to the civil government for saving you fat arse.

In any event, I was not going to maliciously run over you, even though you saw fit to start jiggling across the crosswalk after MY light turned green and YOUR little crosswalk light was red. As if that were not bad enough, you had to stop RIGHT in front of my car and peer into my windshield. Um, hello, the car would appreciate it if you would respect it's personal space.

You can be very grateful I wasn't driving MY car this morning, because it would have been a very painful day for your jiggling arse.

Most sincerly,

The Nissan Driver Who Did Not Run Over You aka Porkchop

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