What Would Keyser Soze Do?
Today on the way to work some guy in an SUV cut me off. Normally I don't mind. My reflexes are quick enough. But this time it was different. It was totally needless. There was plenty of space behind me. If he'd been driving a jumbo jet, there was plenty of space behind me. He did it just for the sake of cutting me off.
Because he was in an SUV, I got a nice big view of his license plate when he did it. Here's some advice: Never cut off someone who works in information services. Especially not legal information services. Because it's pretty easy for
You probably think I'm a little bit crazy for looking up his address. Here's another probably: you're probably right. I'd like to justify it under the auspices of teaching him a life lesson. When you do something bad to someone, there are on occasion [totally and utterly unrelated] consequences. Put it another way: This...is what happens...when you fuck a stranger...in the ass.
But the truth is, it would just makes me feel better. And isn't that what life is all about? I know in my heart two wrongs don't make a right. But I'm pretty sure one guy doing a wrong and the other guy doing fuck-all about it doesn't make a right, either. So it's a metaphysical wash either way.
I haven't decided what I'm going to do yet. Maybe nothing. Certainly not anything crazy. It'll probably end up being something harmless. It's not the right weather for shaving cream. But perhaps a humorous bumper sticker? "I Brake for Fat Chicks." I'm open to other suggestions.