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Andrew was born in London, UK, raised in Toronto, Canada, and cavorted in Ohtawara, Japan for three years. He is married, has a son, a cat named Freddy and a dog named Shaggy (after the dudes in Scooby-Doo). He has over 35,000 comic books and a plethora of pioneer aviation-related tobacco and sports cards and likes to build LEGO dioramas. Along with writing for a monthly industrial magazine, he also writes comic books and hates writing in the 3rd person. He also hates having to write this crap that no one will ever read. He also writes an aviation blog: Pioneers Of Aviation ( https://av8rblog.wordpress.com/ ) - a cool blog on early fliers. He also wants to do more writing - for money, though. Help him out so he can stop talking in the 3rd person.

Friday, August 6, 2010

People Who Cut You Off And Are Angry At You

Have you ever been driving your car, watching where you are going, when all of a sudden someone cuts in front of  - with or without signaling, and maybe they hit their brakes and maybe they don't - but regardless, when they cut in front they were a little too close for comfort... so you hit the car horn.

HONKKKkkkkkkk!

That's like a warning for the verbal expression: "C'mon you jacka$$!"

And instead of a friendly wave to say "Whoops, I'm an idiot!", you instead get: THE FINGER. The bird! The flip-off! The old Read Between The Lines!... whatever you want to call it, you were cut off plus you got told to go eff yourself.

For all of us who have ever been cut off and received an angry retort to your tootle, let me offer up a controlled response to those quote/unquote people:

I hope you get an exotic but virulent brand of herpes that flares up just when you don't want it to.

You know what I hate?

I hate people who cut you off and are angry at you.

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