Posted on: Tue, July 13 2004 - 2:16 pm
I once became so instigated by someone else's idiocy that I committed a sin
of the road that is so horrific that I actually lack the ability of expression
necessary to relay the intensity in it's entirety.
There I sat in my P.O.S. VW Jetta, disgruntled and frustrated after a long day of
ugly administrators and mundane students. Deep in thought of paper clips and Vodka
Martinis and other such inventions that have remained virtually unchanged since
their creation and never should be, when in the midst of my unawreness I plowed through
a stop sign. Now to this day I have been unable to conceive an explanation as to where the
motive to my rash reaction that followed came from. I placed my automibile in reverse and
proceeded to back up in a cautious manner. Then became so enraged at the mere realization
of my placid driving technique and at the government for their lack of intelligence in choosing
candidates for road construction that I completely lost it. Like an undead spirit, I
returned with a vengeance to vent my hatred on economies stupidity. That very same evening
I removed each of the four stop signs and placed them in the centerpoint of the intersection.
What a waste of energy and resources, but what the hell I'm young I can afford it.
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