I was walking to college and a middle aged guy was sat at the red light in his new Porsche convertible. I have never been interested in Porsches, but I guess he mistook my “is it safe to cross the street” eye contact as deep interest in, and probably jealousy for, his stupid car.
He started revving behind me, and the instant the light turned green he took off on his left turn and oversteered into a ditch. I’ll never forget how angry he was with his car, as if it were the car’s fault that he was a douchenozzle.
I was walking to college and a middle aged guy was sat at the red light in his new Porsche convertible. I have never been interested in Porsches, but I guess he mistook my “is it safe to cross the street” eye contact as deep interest in, and probably jealousy for, his stupid car.
He started revving behind me, and the instant the light turned green he took off on his left turn and oversteered into a ditch. I’ll never forget how angry he was with his car, as if it were the car’s fault that he was a douchenozzle.