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Note: I saw this at another forum a while back. Decided it'd be a good place for anybody to come and vent if they need to. Just write a letter to vent, and it doesn't matter if the intended person doesn't read it.
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Dear Slowpokes,
I know you're drunk and all, especially this recent Cinco de Mayo, but could you please keep off the roadways? I can understand that your general lack of brains keeps you from going anywhere near the speed limit, but when you're drunk you get even stupider. That road sign that says the speed limit is 55 to me reads as merely 5 to you. Please get off the road.
So far you've been able to avoid me flipping you off or just slamming you off the road, because I try to be a courteous driver. However, my job requires me to drive at the speed limit in order to get things done under a reasonable amount of time.
When I have to sit behind your retarded butt in a huge metal box, strolling down five miles of road at one-third the speed limit, it makes me feel like ignoring my workplace rules prohibiting gun use while on duty.
Keep that in mind. I am seriously considering shooting you. And, my vehicle is often larger, so if I'm low on ammo on any particular day, I'll probably slam you off the edge of a bridge, which would be just as deadly.
No joke. I will kill you. People want their pizzas on time, and I value customer satisfaction over your worthless life.
Sincerely,
-Mr. Grumpy Driver Person
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Dear Slowpokes,
I know you're drunk and all, especially this recent Cinco de Mayo, but could you please keep off the roadways? I can understand that your general lack of brains keeps you from going anywhere near the speed limit, but when you're drunk you get even stupider. That road sign that says the speed limit is 55 to me reads as merely 5 to you. Please get off the road.
So far you've been able to avoid me flipping you off or just slamming you off the road, because I try to be a courteous driver. However, my job requires me to drive at the speed limit in order to get things done under a reasonable amount of time.
When I have to sit behind your retarded butt in a huge metal box, strolling down five miles of road at one-third the speed limit, it makes me feel like ignoring my workplace rules prohibiting gun use while on duty.
Keep that in mind. I am seriously considering shooting you. And, my vehicle is often larger, so if I'm low on ammo on any particular day, I'll probably slam you off the edge of a bridge, which would be just as deadly.
No joke. I will kill you. People want their pizzas on time, and I value customer satisfaction over your worthless life.
Sincerely,
-Mr. Grumpy Driver Person