One and a half Yuenglings, a Stella, and three Natty Boh’s later, I can’t conjure up a drunk post? Shiiiiit what’s wrong with me? Damn the bar for being out of cider.

So, yesterday, I was going to Target before I hit the movie theater for the second time (my hand, not so happy with me). When I go to the Cockeysville Target, I drive west on Padonia, make a right hand turn on Greenside, then make the left hand turn at the four-way stop into the parking lot.

So here’s the thing. I come to a stop at the four way stop, and there’s a car ahead of me. Traffic progresses as it should and I make my turn, just as the woman to my left also tries to make her turn. She’s driving a big black truck. She brakes (because I’m in the intersection by this point), honks, and as we make eye contact as my car successfully finishes its turn, I gave her the big ol’ middle finger and mouth, “Fuck you.”

And then, as I’m pulling into a space, I can’t quite remember if maybe, just maybe, (like, a really slim margin of maybe here) … maybe I forgot to yield – was it my fault? I’m not claiming to be a perfect driver, but I am usually pretty keen on noticing people and keeping track of things and not being an asshole driver. And, generally, when I give someone the finger (where they can see it) I’m usually 100% correct in knowing that I was in the “right” and they were in the “wrong.”

But on this, yesterday, I really can’t remember if I was in the right.

Yesterday, I was an asshole driver.

(Maybe).

(It was fun).

MIDDLE FINGERS FOR EVERYONE!!!!!!