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Friday, March 30, 2012
Rush hour underdog
To the woman in the fancy SUV at the intersection of Oxford and Quinpool. I saw you cut out of traffic and pull ahead of everyone else into the left turn lane, expecting to go straight, after the rest of us had all gotten stuck behind the bus. I saw your orange, diamond clad, bohemian barbie daughter point at me as our cars stood side by side, her self-righteous attitude oozing out the window. I saw her lips mouth the words "she's gonna try to pass you" as her beady-blue fake contact lens met my glare. And finally, I saw your stupid car in my rearview mirror, eatin' my dust. Bitches. —2001 Altima
