"Arms are for hugs".
So said the front bumper of the car. It also said about a half dozen other equally insightful things. God only knows what the rear end was spouting. Of course, when I say insightful, in no way do I mean thought provoking or awe inspiring. Merely, it is actually a glimpse into the hypocritical world of the mouth breather behind the wheel.
On Saturday afternoon, I was out with my 3-1/2 year old daughter, while my wife was taking the 7 year old to the American Girl movie. We decided to stop in to the local Wawa to pick up a soda for me and an icee her. On the way out, I was holding my daughter's hand and about to step off the sidewalk in front of the building toward my car across the parking lot. I saw it barrel into the lot and make a beeline for a space just across the way. It would have gone right through us about 8 feet from where I decided to stop. Thankfully, I saw the maniac. Then I heard screeching breaks and the car came to a stop about 10 feet short of the impact zone. And if that wasn't enough? Then I got the annoyed "go ahead" wave from the driver. Fuck you bitch!!
I don't personally choose to own a handgun, but know the responsibility that I would incur should I ever change my mind. I'm sure that my arm would be a hell of a lot less likely to kill someone and their small child than this "person's" car obviously is.
And there go another 5 minutes of your life you're never getting back.
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I would have pee'd on her car :)
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