I am going to take a page from my friends list and do this before I chew through something in frustration.
Dear irresponsible and overly-aggressive driver:
Not once, not twice, but three times
in the past month, you've cut me off while I was riding my motorcycle home from WEI. How do I know it's always you? You're the only person I've seen to drive an enormous, expensive, fuel-guzzling, poor mileage monstrosity of a Sports Utility Vehicle in the city... of a colony. You fool.
If I happen to cross paths with you again, I will go home, retrieve the shotels I saved from Sandrock, track you down and cut your obnoxious, obviously-compensating-for-failings-in-p
rivate-areas-of-your-life tank into manageable pieces and recyc them out the nearest airlock. And then I will tell my lover and my best friend that you scratched the paint on the bike they worked so hard to restore, and you will be sorry you bothered to get out of bed that morning.
With great annoyance and hoping never to see you again,
Quatre R. Winner
Current Mood: annoyed