1 month ago
Friday, October 10, 2008
To the ASS HAT who rode my ass ALL THE WAY TO WORK this morning.
You sir, are an ASS HAT, of the 1st class variety.
It's a two lane road, double lined the whole way, there are no passing places, there's not even a place to pull off on the side of the road because on the infinite wisdom of Nevada Depart of Trans the best way to solve a traffic problem is to MAKE IT WORSE.
I was not trying to be annoying; there was no place for me to go. The cars ahead of me braked, so I did what most of civilized society does and choose to brake also. Your Sir, Mr. ASS HAT, chose instead to get as close to my bumper as is humanly possible without hitting me. You then proceeded to wait far enough back, while traffic was inching forward, to make sure I noticed your displeasure. Waiving your arms, yelling out the window, honking etc.
YOU.ARE.AN.ASS.HAT.
you then took your dirty jersey loving ASS HAT cancer stick and sucked on it for awhile and then turned your ASS HAT, hat sideways looking like a true DB, placed your morning jewelry on and then blared your ASS HAT music louder than is necessary at 6:30 am.
I'm talking the kind of loud where people 800 blocks down the road can feel the bass. And I know you love dirty jersey because you front license plate holder says "I [heart] Dirty Jersey, and I got a good look it when I turned on my review camera cause I didn't think your ASS HAT self would be that much of an ASS HAT and be so close to my bumper.
Then came the TRAIN. MR. ASS HAT, you are a retard, seriously. THERE WAS NO PLACE TO GO, THERE WAS A TRAIN. AND YOU ARE AN ASS HAT. Did I mention there was a train? I couldn't go around, nor could the dumbass NDOT workers, or the 5 other cars ahead of me.
ASS HAT.
Why, Sir ASS HAT, were your surprised when I exited my vehicle and politely inquired about your health? I simply want to "check and make sure you were feeling alright, as you seem to be having great difficulty this morning." You, Mr. ASS HAT, stated your felt fine. I then "suggest you see a Dr. to remove your ASS HAT because no one who felt fine could be that much of a moronic ASS HAT. Sir there is a train, no one can go anywhere. Please stop being such an ASS HAT and good day to you sir."
As I walked back my vehicle, I realized while you sir are an ASS HAT, I may be a bit off myself. Who in the hell does something like that at 6:30 in the morning in stopped traffic?
That would be me, your friendly
ASS HAT interventionist.
You sir, are an ASS HAT, of the 1st class variety.
It's a two lane road, double lined the whole way, there are no passing places, there's not even a place to pull off on the side of the road because on the infinite wisdom of Nevada Depart of Trans the best way to solve a traffic problem is to MAKE IT WORSE.
I was not trying to be annoying; there was no place for me to go. The cars ahead of me braked, so I did what most of civilized society does and choose to brake also. Your Sir, Mr. ASS HAT, chose instead to get as close to my bumper as is humanly possible without hitting me. You then proceeded to wait far enough back, while traffic was inching forward, to make sure I noticed your displeasure. Waiving your arms, yelling out the window, honking etc.
YOU.ARE.AN.ASS.HAT.
you then took your dirty jersey loving ASS HAT cancer stick and sucked on it for awhile and then turned your ASS HAT, hat sideways looking like a true DB, placed your morning jewelry on and then blared your ASS HAT music louder than is necessary at 6:30 am.
I'm talking the kind of loud where people 800 blocks down the road can feel the bass. And I know you love dirty jersey because you front license plate holder says "I [heart] Dirty Jersey, and I got a good look it when I turned on my review camera cause I didn't think your ASS HAT self would be that much of an ASS HAT and be so close to my bumper.
Then came the TRAIN. MR. ASS HAT, you are a retard, seriously. THERE WAS NO PLACE TO GO, THERE WAS A TRAIN. AND YOU ARE AN ASS HAT. Did I mention there was a train? I couldn't go around, nor could the dumbass NDOT workers, or the 5 other cars ahead of me.
ASS HAT.
Why, Sir ASS HAT, were your surprised when I exited my vehicle and politely inquired about your health? I simply want to "check and make sure you were feeling alright, as you seem to be having great difficulty this morning." You, Mr. ASS HAT, stated your felt fine. I then "suggest you see a Dr. to remove your ASS HAT because no one who felt fine could be that much of a moronic ASS HAT. Sir there is a train, no one can go anywhere. Please stop being such an ASS HAT and good day to you sir."
As I walked back my vehicle, I realized while you sir are an ASS HAT, I may be a bit off myself. Who in the hell does something like that at 6:30 in the morning in stopped traffic?
That would be me, your friendly
ASS HAT interventionist.
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