Bright Lights, Big Dickhead!!
Okay, this is a bit off the subject of the blog, but I have HAD IT!! I'm FED UP!!!
Last night as I was driving home from work, some "dee dee dee" in a huge "sorry about your penis" monster truck got behind me in traffic with his high-beams on.
Now, I drive a normal sized, mid-sized car, so when I get a Forrest Gump behind me in a jacked up truck to make up for the fact that he's hung like a hamster and he's got his brights on, guess what happens? I get blinded. The lights are the same level as my rear view and side view mirrors, so all I see is what I assume an alien invasion would look like.
So, I slow down so that he will hopefully pass me... but the dickhead won't pass me.
I spent 20 minutes stuck in traffic with Bubba behind me and my left hand out my window giving him the one-fingered salute. He even changed lanes with me when I tried to dodge him.
So, this weeks "Clueless" award goes to Mr. Dickhead Highbeam, wherever you are.
posted by Meatpies @ 9:46 AM
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1 Comments:
Amen, sister! It's unfortunate that card-carrying members of the XY club have to reinforce their lack of said Y-chromosome by cranking up their high beams in your rear view mirror. Of course, sometimes it's an accident, or an SUV, or something like that...but if he changed lanes with you after you gave him the universal "You're #1!" sign, well...he was probably being a Mr. Dickhead Highbeam indeed.
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