If I had a rocket launcher..

Yesterday I walked the dog down to the strip mall where I swapped movies at the Blockbuster. When I came out of the Blockbuster there was a huge ass 4x4 pickup parked in the red zone right in front of the Barnes & Noble next to Blockbuster. I don't think they make pick up trucks much bigger than this and it had been modified with giant tires and raised up so high you almost needed a boarding ladder to get into the thing. It looked damn near brand new. On the back were several 'support our troops' magneto-ribbons and a couple of 'W in '04' bumper stickers.

In the truck was one young guy who I really doubt had a job that allowed him to purchase this 50K (I'm guessing here) truck. Annoying loud commercial country music blasted out of the cab. The truck was running, probably burning about 2 gallons a minute just sitting there idling. The kid inside glared at everybody that walked by and looked at him (most of them thinking like I was, 'what an asshat').

This was monday afternoon. There were plenty of parking spaces. There were a bunch within 20 ft of where this dumbass was sitting, blocking one lane of the thoroughfare. He didn't give a shit though.

It was like somebody had sucked my brains out of my head with a straw, boiled it in a pot of water and condensed off the heaviest vapors of dislike. This pickup truck (and it's driver) was a 200 proof bottle of "Pissmeoff". If I had a rocket launcher I'd have gone all Rambo on him and his truck.

Ok, I probably would have let him get clear of the truck first. But I really wanted to chuck a white phosporous grenade in the cab of that bitch and watch it melt into slag.

If I had a rocket launcher..

Yesterday I walked the dog down to the strip mall where I swapped movies at the Blockbuster. When I came out of the Blockbuster there was a huge ass 4x4 pickup parked in the red zone right in front of the Barnes & Noble next to Blockbuster. I don't think they make pick up trucks much bigger than this and it had been modified with giant tires and raised up so high you almost needed a boarding ladder to get into the thing. It looked damn near brand new. On the back were several 'support our troops' magneto-ribbons and a couple of 'W in '04' bumper stickers.

In the truck was one young guy who I really doubt had a job that allowed him to purchase this 50K (I'm guessing here) truck. Annoying loud commercial country music blasted out of the cab. The truck was running, probably burning about 2 gallons a minute just sitting there idling. The kid inside glared at everybody that walked by and looked at him (most of them thinking like I was, 'what an asshat').

This was monday afternoon. There were plenty of parking spaces. There were a bunch within 20 ft of where this dumbass was sitting, blocking one lane of the thoroughfare. He didn't give a shit though.

It was like somebody had sucked my brains out of my head with a straw, boiled it in a pot of water and condensed off the heaviest vapors of dislike. This pickup truck (and it's driver) was a 200 proof bottle of "Pissmeoff". If I had a rocket launcher I'd have gone all Rambo on him and his truck.

Ok, I probably would have let him get clear of the truck first. But I really wanted to chuck a white phosporous grenade in the cab of that bitch and watch it melt into slag.