Dear Woman That Called Me “Bitch” Today on the On-Ramp of I-35 in Olathe, KS:
Why yes, I did understand that you wanted me to move away from the solid white line that separates the part of the road you should drive on. Rather than the part you were driving on.
Which is reserved, btw, for emergencies and emergency vehicles. Only.
Your obscene hand gestures were quite clear.
And my MiniVan was not Over The Line. I was just too close for your Giant SUV to pass me.
And yes. I did roll down my window just to be sure I could listen as you orally assaulted me. While passing me. In reverse. Not even looking in your rear-view mirror.
You were looking Right At ME.
And yes, I did laugh when you called me a Bitch.
But I am not sorry that it upset you to the point of slamming on your breaks. And almost making the other “ignorami” following your lead back up towards one of the most dangerous on-ramps in Johnson County, Kansas. To nearly hit you. And/Or ME.
And, to answer your question again: No. I am Not a cop. I do Not have a badge. I do Not carry a gun.
You were correct in that It Is Not My JOB.
But you were incorrect to say that it’s “..None of (my) Mother Fucking Business .. Stupid Cracker Bitch!!”
And you were wrong that it is not my right to be upset with you. Or the other ELEVEN Self-Centered-Americans I watched. For nearly causing Several accidents.
Particularly when you had to stop in the middle of the entrance ramp. Where everyone was trying to do the right thing. And be patient.
So you could make a u-turn. And go Out the In.
Gee. I sure hope you made it to Wally-Mart on-time.
But in your oblivious rush, you may have missed my final words over the sound of you gunning your engine. Still looking at me. Going in reverse. And almost hitting cars full of People and Children.
I was still laughing at your Bitch “insult” as I yelled back, “But I have every right to call one!”
And? Yes. I Did.
And I’ll do it again. And again. And again.
Until you learn. That the rules are there for a reason. And I Am NOT Tolerating This Sort of Irresponsible “Adult” Behavior ANY Longer.
I only wish I was better at memorizing license plate numbers. So you could have a special visitor to your home. To discuss your problems with Road Rage, Wreck-less (full!) Driving, Causing a Public Disturbance, Verbally Assaulting Me … Should I go on?
Or are you going to wise up to the fact that there are some people that aren’t as inconsiderate as you. And they might even have the Olathe Police Dept programmed into their Smartphones.
I am a citizen. It’s not my job. It’s my right. And it’s my choice.
If you only learn one thing today: Choose to Remember That.
P.S. I was laughing because “Bitch” isn’t an insult. Not where I’m from. Which, btw, is NOT Kansas. So “Cracker”? “Nigga,” I speak Ebonics. Don’t you dare think you’re “blacker than me.” Even though I’m so white that I’m damn near transparent.
And to everyone else that was in that area today:
If you were ticketed for being self-centered while entering I-35 Northbound from 119th Westbound? Yeah. I’m not sorry for your poor decision-making-abilities, either.