That decidedly ordinary and entirely suburban pleasure of stopping for the lollipop person as they usher the last of the weekday schoolchildren across the road. Warm and rich and right.
And that decidedly exquisite feeling as you blast the horn twenty meters later at the oncoming Lamborghini Aventador that pulls a u turn directly in front of you without as much as an indicator signal.
BEEEEP!
"What are you doing, you fucking prick?! Dumbarsed jizzrag dickwad!"
I figured afterwards they could have been mobsters or they may have even been so damned wealthy they could have buried me through the court system for the remainder of my natural life.
On the other hand, fuck 'em. I'd already done my one good deed for the day.
Drivin'
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