Road Rage
SC EYR314 The image of the license plate seared in my brain. Moments before as I was cruising in my Nissan Cube on my way to work. I was exceeding the speed limit tailing another vehicle about thirty feet in front of me. Suddenly a convertible yellow Chrysler Crossfire appeared behind me. It was driven by a woman in her late 50's with a terrible scowl on her face. It was a kind of nasty sneer framed by leather skin from years of smoking. The woman screamed lake money and the accompanying arrogance. I didn't give her a second thought until a flash of light from her headlights drew my attention. I glanced in the rear view mirror to see her waving her hand with futility in the air joined by a look of frustration. Her lips were pursed like a constipated person trying to produce a bowel movement. Puta (bitch/whore) I thought to myself as she continued her display contorting her face and flashing her lights again. What would she have me do, drive into the back of the