Today I was cut off in traffic by a guy in a Wrangler with sooped-up 4x4 tires.
I mean, really, really badly; not by accident.
Basically, it was bumper to bumper on 287. I got off headed towards Middlesex County College for a workshop. The traffic was bad, but it didn't seem like anyone was really pissy to me. I just delt it with it, like mostly everyone else had. Then this guy shows up, forcing me into the divider.
Here's the irony: the bastard pulls up next to me in the parking space I got just a few minutes later after I got to the campus--he couldn't see me, because my car was obscured by a some concrete wall (or maybe he just didn't care, seeing as how he was pretty much a self-centered schmuck to begin with).
Now that's Karma. For me or for him I'm not sure which.


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