Friday, June 10, 2011

Intelligence at Work

I've seen it all now. On my way back to the office from lunch, on a VERY busy, VERY narrow two-lane road with deep ditches and absolutely NO shoulder on either side, I passed a guy with some expensive gear on a racing bike. THE STUPID FUCKER WAS TALKING ON A CELL PHONE animatedly, as he rode along. He talked right though the VERY DANGEROUS 4-way stop.

Honestly, if I heard later that the dumb sonofabitch was in an accident, it wouldn't bother me one bit. I'd figure it's Darwin's principle at work. The stupid weed themselves right out of the gene pool.

If I'd have had time and not been so incredulous, I'd have rolled my window down and yelled STUPID MOTHERFUCKER! at him.

2 comments:

Mel's Way or No Way said...

Thinning the herd.

Ms. Moon said...

I think Lo may be right.