December 12, 2002
Hey, it snowed a lot last night. Went to get in my car today and had to brush four inches of snow off the thing. As I'm opening the left-rear door to grab the brush, some jackass coming up Negley hits a slushpile and sprays me and the inside of my car.
Now, I don't want people to slow to a crawl just because there's a pedestrian nearby. But dickboy could've at least LET OFF THE FRIGGIN' GAS and maybe slowed all the way down to 40.
Ah well. No real harm, at least -- the brainiac could've tagged me instead of just spraying me -- but I was severely annoyed about having to waddle back inside with a very slush-covered (and very cold) ass to change before heading out. And the load of laundry I had to do as a result.
Ah, screw it. I'm gonna be angry about it. I hope that jerk slips on ice and cracks his tailbone.
