Old men with hats are the worst drivers on the planet. They pull out in front of you, then go -1346 mph.
They weave. They turn on the left signal to go right. The right signal to go straight, and no signal to do donuts for no reason in the middle of the road.
I think there’s something about the hat that makes them feel invincible, or maybe they just don’t give a fuck.
They’re all:
“SCREW YOU. I’m old. My prostate hurts. I haven’t had sex in 57 years, and my balls are hanging so low they are moving the gas pedal.”
So they do what they please.
That’s fair. If my balls hung really low, I might be a titch bit pissy, too.
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