Jeers to the line of cars behind my friend who was picking me up from Fred
Meyer's so I could run home and grab a car key for my mom. Your incessant
honking and vulgar screams do absolutely nothing to speed up the process of
me getting into a car. I am sorry that I wasted approximately twenty
seconds of your time, as much time as it takes to heat up whatever garbage
you were going home to eat. To the angry man who got out of his car to do
only what I assumed was to beat me up... you are not the hulk and I am not
the reason why your children never call you.