Disgusting ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Aaaarrrggh . . . .

So it is mid-afternoon and I'm leaving the local McDonald's.  I sometimes go there for an afternoon coffee and read the Defiance newspaper.  And what pulls in front of me???  Yeah, you got it!! It's one of those dumb, little, **%%$ SMART cars!!  I had to sit there, starin at it through the whole red light.  And, boy, oh boy, was I fightin the urge to get out of the truck and tip it over . . . But my last bit of sane reasoning didn't let me do it . . . It would have taken a whole lot longer to leave if I had tipped it over.  The only thing savin me from doin it was that there wasn't one of those dreaded, little, blue-haired ladies blockin me, I mean drivin it. . . .