33 Years Served…So What if you're a Jerk?
Ok, so I was on my way today to pick up my son from school. In the back was my little daughter angelicly sleeping. Thinking nice thoughts and anticipating the glee from my son when I pick him up, then WHAM! this friggin’ huge white Ford F150, could’ve been a 250 even and cut me off for no freaking apparent reason. Before I could flip him the birdy I saw proudly displayed on the back of his truck….I serve my Country for 33 Years.
Hmmm….33 years…normally, I would give props, but his friggin jerk just headed me off. Not only did he disrupt my nice thoughts, he jepoardize my life, my little baby. I was ready to go head to head and rip this old vet a new….youknowwhatamean. Anyway, the momentary thought to annihilate the bast##@@ left as quickly as it came. I continue on and regain caught back up to my thought a few chains down the road. But I can’t help imagining how warp that 33 years serving bonehead must be.
