Dear teenage little twit behind the wheel of the white piece of shit…

Did you even NOTICE you almost hit me? Not once, but TWICE? First when you pealed out onto the highway from your sideroad, looking BEHIND ME, and thus almost clipping my back end because you popped into my lane OH SO EARLY? And then when I slowed to make a turn, and you cut in front of me to get into the same lane for the next driveway?

Did you think I didn’t know that was you parked in the space across from me as my youngest daughter dropped the movies in the blockbuster box? Do you not REALIZE that had my youngest daughter not been in my car that you would have gotten FAR MORE then the middle finger you got?

I think you do realize it. Because that look on your teenage acne covered face was one of ‘oh. shit.’ and believe me, I was sorely SORELY tempted to give you a piece of my mind. As well as look up your licence plate number. That I wrote down. And perhaps even following you home to have a little chat with your mother.

Perhaps next time you’ll think before driving like a maniac. I do hope so – because if you don’t? Well. I’ll simply have to call your mom. I’m sure she’d be HAPPY to hear how her preeeeeshush baby drives when she’s not watching.

That’s right. Don’t mess with me you little testosterone laden freak. I will SO tell your mother on you. Right after I blog about it.

Your oh so irritated elder,
~L

PS. To TheBoy of mine? If you EVER. EVER even THINK of pulling a stunt like this, I will so take away your keys. Assuming I ever let you drive, and all.

PPS. HEY! YOU! Get offa my LAWN!