That guy.
April 26th, 2016
Yesterday, I was that guy.
I was driving home from work after staying a bit later than I had intended, primarily because these things we've started building here at work have run into something of a bump in the road, and they need someone to rework them. A vast array of them. And as no one else can be bothered to actually do said dirty (re)work, I guess it falls onto me to take care of it. Per the norm.
Being just a bit annoyed as I drove home, I couldn't help but be irked even more when a particularly gaudy bus blasted past me on the Interstate, easily exceeding the speed limit. Giving it the stink eye, I looked closer at the thing and saw that it belonged to our odious local Presidential candidate - at which point it was on. After all, why should he be allowed to speed if I can't?
So I sped up to catch the thing, probably going a whole lot faster than I ought to be if trying to avoid the attention of the authorities, and gave it the finger when I did. Alongside all of its tinted windows. Because I hate teabaggers, and I hate Kasich in particular, and given this unique opportunity to show that clown what I really thought, I couldn't have possibly passed that up.
Seriously, screw that guy.