You precious prick- A cross walk is not a license to just bolt out in traffic while talking on your cell phone. I jammed on my brakes and shot you a look- I didn’t see you because there was a big ass rig right on the corner. Yup you bet your ass I shot you a look. Then you had the balls to stick your ugly mug in my window , call me a “fucking bitch” and tell me you had the right of way. Fuck you – next time – take a moment to a)take a bath between sentences b) check yourself before you wreck yourself—-You precious Pdx hipster asshole.

11 replies on “Prick on Mississippi”

  1. Face it, you were busy zoning out, got called a bitch for almost running a guy over and can’t bring yourself to admit it. Make all the lame excuses you want (oh noes, not a truck in front of you! the humanity!), but try not to run anyone else over. You sound like those who drive into bicyclists then proclaim “but I didn’t SEE him!!!”

    Do us a favor and take Trimet from here on out.

  2. It just makes me feel weird that the word precious was used twice, that’s all.

    Maybe the hipster-on-foot was having one of the worst days of his life, everything that could go wrong did, and you almost hit him and then made that face, and that was just the absolute last straw, and recognizes that he overreacted, which wasn’t any better than you making that face, and he actually feels really bad now?? …and so, to replace the negative energy surrounding him with positive, he…went out and adopted a shelter cat?! That’s so nice! And *you* contributed!

    Idk, I assume that’s probably the case.

  3. He actually stuck his head into your window? If that ever happens again, you should smack the shit out of that hipster.

    I really dislike people that walk across streets and driveways while chatting on the phone; texting, it makes it so they’re no longer responsible for their own lives, all the people around become responsible.

  4. If anybody ever sticks their head in your window again all you have to do is roll it up until it securely pinches their neck and then casually begin to drive off down the street. After a block or so you can unroll your window and then continue on with your day.

  5. “Damn straight I shot him a look, shot him a look HARD! Can’t you feel the weight of my stare crushing your crosswalk-walking self? I nearly pissed myself when you stuck your head in my window and critiqued my driving/look-shooting ability.”

    Prick on Mississippi indeed.

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