Man, it must suck to live in your skin and breathe your air. You were yelling at a car waiting for another car to parallel park. Then you were flailing your arms at a cab at an intersection who was waiting for a pedestrian to cross. And then you started grumbling at a pedestrian trying to cross the street at the same intersection. Then you did a skid out, speed away with your arm out the window. All this in a city block, within a minute to reach the very next stop sign. That was funny. I laughed out loud at you when I caught up to you. That's downtown. Deal with it. Or get out, walk, take in the sights, and breathe. I forgot, there's too much fumes in those lungs of yours. Just chill with your big truck friend.
The Man With the Big Truck is Driving
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