It's a Friday, you just got paid, you are off from school/work and you are just about as excited as excited can be about the night of relaxation and the new bottle of wine you have waiting on you when you get home. You approach a traffic light and noted the "No Turn on Red" sign to your right, so you wait patiently bumping the latest tunes on the radio, bobbing your head and checking out your fresh new "Folly" polish on your nails. All of a sudden some mofo in a luxury vehicle pulls up behind you and not only presses but lays on his horn. You get nervous, uneasy and then all around PISSED OFF. You look around to see if anyone else witnesses what you are experiencing. You take a deep breath, look him dead in the eyes (or at least you think you are since you are looking deep into your rear view mirror) and start to argue with him as if he can hear you. You scream, "I know you see that effing sign says No Turn on Red. What do you want me to do? Get a ticket or kill myself or someone else?" After 20 seconds of calling him every name in the book but a child of God and laying on your horn to prove that you have one too, you realize that it's pointless to argue with this idiot so you give him none other than the...
They call me SunShine... Dr.SunShine.504 and I suffer from ROAD RAGE! Smh.
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