You think you're better than me?

It all started on Mother's Day. After waking up a little sore and cotton mouthed from the night before, we decided that today was a Chinatown breakfast day. So we pile into the wagon and head down for some china-bun goodness. After cruising around for a bit trying to find a parking spot we decide to give up and head somewhere else, but we can't, traffic is at a standstill. Well there must be an accident or something right? Wrong, it's some piece of shit Eurotrash mom taking 20 minutes to pull her child out of a car seat. Then, after traffic finally starts moving, she decides to walk across the middle of the street, towing her spoiled brat behind her, when there is a cross walk about 25 steps down the road. I have now reached the point where I have to say something, so I honk the horn and tell her to use the fucking crosswalk. A bit of banter goes back and forth and long story short, we have Vietnamese for breakfast and I wrecked her Mother's day.

I don't know if she put the call out to all other busted ass Eurotrash trophy wives, but in the last 6 weeks I have been flipped off, cut off, boxed in, given the evil eye, and yelled at by said women driving SUV's. So bitches, you are now on my hate list along side the likes of Avril Lavigne, Gwen Stafani, and Nelly Furtado.

-Pickle