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Originally Posted by jinx
You wanna be in front of me that bad? Fine, I'm in your trunk. Jerk.
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I'm trying to explain this to my wife: if and when I tailgate, it's a controlled, deliberate execution of "road justice" via object lesson. When
she tailgates, it's for no reason whatsoever but "zoning out" - the complete opposite state I am in (hyper-vigilant) when I do it.
An example of when I might tailgate is this: there's nowhere to go, neither lane has an opening, but the guy behind me is right up my ass. He manages to squeeze in front of me, almost causing several distinct wrecks in the process, only to have nowhere else to go. Now, the roles are reversed. This is me: Hurry up! Hurry up! Out of my way! Go! Go! Go!
SEE, ASSHOLE, THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE DOING TO ME. YOU LIKE THAT? YOU LIKE THAT? THIS IS HOW YOU DRIVE, FUCKTARD. PRETTY FUCKIN' POINTLESS, HUH? SHITHEAD.