Well, my stop to the grocery store on the way home reminded me of ANOTHER one....there I sit, patiently waiting w/ turn signal on for grandma to pull out of her parking space....so that Mr. Speed Demon in the little sports car can whip his into the spot BEFORE me. Oh, slow boil. Wish I could just pick up that Glock 9 and aim it in his direction....not to shoot him really, just let him know I could if I wanted.... make 'em tinkle a little in his pants enough so that he rethinks this stunt again. Or since I can not go around banishing a hand gun....I would like to throw my big, black truck with knobby tires (think Katherine Turner in the War of the Roses here), into four wheel drive and PARK that baby on TOP of his. Sigh....do neither but utter a nasty name under my breath
