The Lancer Lady
[Dedicated to the lady driving the black Lancer this morning.]
Speed, speed, speed!
You must have somewhere important to be.
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze!
You think you can just cut in front of me?
Stare, stare, stare!
What are you looking at? My gorgeous hair?
Speed, speed, speed!
That was a red light, or couldn't you see?
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze!
You're gonna get hit! Oh, gosh! Oh, geeze!
Stare, stare, stare!
Hello, again. Yup, I'm right behind you. Despite stopping at that red light and waiting in the long line of cars as the school bus slumbered up that steep hill, I still managed to get to this spot the same time you did. And, I didn't endanger any lives or any car fenders.
Idiot.
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