Well, it seemed like a catchy title to call this eventful weekend.  If it doesn’t make sense, hopefully you will understand in a second.

I hate people that are in such a hurry that they can’t wait to let you get by before they pull out.  I guess they are in such a hurry to get to that next red light that they have to count on you having brakes on your car to slam them on so you don’t hit them.

Well, this jackass tonight pulled out right in front of me.  I was ticked.  So I pulled up next to him and rolled my window down and “politely” expressed my feelings with his “driving”.  He seemed to respond appropriately to my suggestions on where he could put his ice cream. 

He got so pissed off that when he was waving his hands around and shouting like a moron, he knocked his ice cream cone into the windshield!  I started laughing my ass off, which must have really pissed him off even more.  When he did that, he must have slipped off the brake and hit the car in front of him. 

The light turned green and I drove on, laughing my ass off the whole time down the road. When I finally got my breath and started feeling a little better about the whole thing, I called the cops for the poor sucker.  I guess he will need a accident report for his car insurance and a car cleaning to get the ice cream out of the seat!