Just Remember: It Could Be Worse — You Could Be In Texas
August 27th, 2007 by owenamBrother H reminds us how nice we have it up here in ‘sota:
“Cars are for roads, fucker!”
This absurd obscenity was hurled at me from an IZOD clad frat boy barreling past in his prized body-lifted Jeep Wrangler with the dorky square headlights. I was riding my bike in Frisco, TX, chain capitol of north Texas and ranked 35th on the list of 10,000 worst places for cycling. I smiled at the unintending comedian and thought about communicating through sign language that I thought of him as number one in my book, but figured he would come to that same sad realization as he replayed his “insult” 20 seconds down the road.
Cars are for roads, fucker? I couldn’t agree more, jackass.
Knock on wood, I have never been yelled at by a driver. Honked at, but never yelled at. Or at least, if I was ever yelled at it didn’t make much of an impression.
Also, I call dibs:
abscenity – noun: an absurd obscenity.