Bitch in a Mercedes (The dog, that is)

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The extent of pent up anger in the general population never ceases to amaze me.

I casually blew past a Mercedes “Roadster” SLK class hunk-of-junk as it sat with right turn blinker on, waiting for the non-traffic to pass. Just sitting at the stop sign, a few miles into my commute. The owner fussing with her yippy lap dog, that was in its appropriate place for driving through a packed city – on her lap. Without even thinking I passed her to move on my way, to which lap dog woman took great offense. No words on my end, I’m just ridin’.

But of fucking course.

Yes lady, I figured your $50,000 car had some power under its hood, and a horn too. And thanks for yelling my name over and over again – “Asshole! You asshole! Asshole!” – as you sat at yet another red light. Have a good one, you know? I’m off to the river front bike path…

But there she is, speeding the wrong way around the stadiums with the top half of her dignified Mercedes driving lap dog self hanging out the window, only to remind me again that yes I am an asshole. Guess what? I know. You told me that a few minutes ago, amongst some other folks in my life.

I also know that her car costs more than my house did, and that my bike shop wrench job that I still had an hour to ride to was surely less important than Fluffy’s grooming, and that she has a PA plate that started with FLY, appropriately. But its the image of her brownish black pomp in the breeze as she had a temper tantrum that sticks with me. The dog yipping away. And makes me laugh every time.

Next time you need to primp your bitch, how about going for it before getting behind the wheel, eh?

In other new, Paris Hilton is crying her way back to jail. I thought you’d want to know, Patrick.

And Colorado has approved a Share the Road license plate. Nice work kids. Keep on fighting the good fight.

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