Some guy cut me off yesterday. He was such a jerk. He just cut right in front of me like he owned the road. He didn't look where he was going. The jerk made me spill my latte on my phone and I wasn't able to enter my voicemail password in the time allotted, so I got disconnected. He cut me off so suddenly, I dropped the cigarette I was lighting onto the floor. Fortunately, I was able to douse it with what was left of my latte. I hate that guy. Why don't people look where they're going? It's a good thing I was using the battery power on my electric razor, or between that and the cigarette, there could have been an electrical fire or something. I can't believe that guy almost made me start a fire. Even worse, I lost this cool station I was trying to find while I was cueing up the CD I wanted, as I was downshifting into second gear, to make a sharp right turn, while I checked the directions, on my laptop computer. I really hate that guy!
