She’s riding my tail, beeping her horn and yelling things I shouldn’t be hearing. She changes lane and pulls up next to me showing the bird, still spitting out words that shouldn’t be coming from the mouth of such a young lady. She floors it, cuts me off, changes lane again and slams on her brakes her tires screeching.
A few seconds later I pull up next to her, turn my head to the left, and give her a smile—you know, a smile that says Congratulations! You beat me to the red light.
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Bob Tanabe writes song lyrics, but really wants to be an author.