You're texting at a red light. I'm behind you. The light goes green and after a moment I tap the horn to get your head up. You take your time, put the phone on the dash, then go through the light.

We continue on. At the next light, the same thing. You with your head down looking at your phone, light goes green, you don't look up. After about 5 seconds I tap the horn again. And again, you put the phone in the dash - but this time you finger me, wait a few more seconds and then drive down Oxford street at 20kms an hour to be a smartass while the guy behind me starts honking.

Fuck you, you fucking fuck. You're awful.

—FUUFF