Yesterday, it was a nice day, so as I drove home for lunch, I had my window down. A lot of people did. Including the two people ahead of me at a stoplight. The car on the left was a shiny new nissan full of high school kids, the car on the right was a regular, if dirty, domestic of no distinguishing characteristic other than the overweight man driving it.
For some reason, just as the light turns green, the kid in the nissan's passenger seat decides it'd be funny to scream out the window at the other man, "QUIT EATING, FATASS!"
I wanted to yell back, "He may be fat, but you're ugly and retarded, and at least he can diet. You're stuck with it." But as soon as the kid had yelled, the nissan had floored it.
Punk kids, I tell ya.