Sweet Justice

There is no greater feeling of justice than the one I get when accosted by an aggressive driver who has climbed upon my car bumper in high speed traffic when I have nowhere to go to get out of the driver’s way. The justice comes into play when the car jerks out from behind me, careens past me in a salute of the international sign of—well, figure it out; only to come to a screeching halt next to me moments later because the light has turned red. I admit it. I cannot resist the temptation once the light turns green to look his or her way. I blow a kiss and give a nod as I watch the vehicle jack rabbit off toward their next victim.

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