An open letter to the guy in the silver Mercedes driving down St. James Avenue
I walk to the gym three times a week. I cut across Copley Square and wait at the crosswalk that takes me from Trinity Church to the John Hancock building. It is often a pleasant, if windy walk.
Yesterday I waited at the crosswalk for a break in traffic. By law, I believe, cars are supposed to yield to pedestrians but I don’t get my hopes up.
As I stood there, chatting with a colleague – waiting for you to pass – I noted that you started to change lanes suddenly and to swerve towards us. Then you drove through a giant puddle and soaked us both.
I was completely stunned – but only for a moment. As I let loose a string of invectives that would make Vice President Dick Cheney embarrassed. I was embarrassed. I had no idea I had such a well of profanity at my disposal.
You saw what you did, but drove away without as much as an apologetic shrug. And I can’t help but think you did it all on purpose. There was no obvious reason for you to change lanes.
Anyway, just wanted to thank you for helping to put the nail in the coffin of a bad day. I wish you a lifetime of bad haircuts and soggy sandwiches, you jerk.
Sincerely,
One angry redhead
I walk to the gym three times a week. I cut across Copley Square and wait at the crosswalk that takes me from Trinity Church to the John Hancock building. It is often a pleasant, if windy walk.
Yesterday I waited at the crosswalk for a break in traffic. By law, I believe, cars are supposed to yield to pedestrians but I don’t get my hopes up.
As I stood there, chatting with a colleague – waiting for you to pass – I noted that you started to change lanes suddenly and to swerve towards us. Then you drove through a giant puddle and soaked us both.
I was completely stunned – but only for a moment. As I let loose a string of invectives that would make Vice President Dick Cheney embarrassed. I was embarrassed. I had no idea I had such a well of profanity at my disposal.
You saw what you did, but drove away without as much as an apologetic shrug. And I can’t help but think you did it all on purpose. There was no obvious reason for you to change lanes.
Anyway, just wanted to thank you for helping to put the nail in the coffin of a bad day. I wish you a lifetime of bad haircuts and soggy sandwiches, you jerk.
Sincerely,
One angry redhead
Labels: 2006
2 Comments:
May the wind guide a hundred shopping carts into his/her car at the grocery store!
Here's where you hope Karma gives him something he deserves... a three-hour traffic delay, an unexpected/astronomical bill, a nasty bout of crabs... something like that.
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