"I can't believe this is happening."
'What next, we've already been delayed by fog, extreme low tides, the fucking Coast Guard, a metal-bending, rubber-burning, traffic-snarling, I-5 blocking traffic accident, and now the alternate route (Old 99) seems to have every signal stuck on red."
"You could miss your flight"
"I haven't missed a flight in 25 years, since me and Beets sat innocently drinking salty Margaritas as the TWA (!) 707 slipped past us at Sea-Tac the Christmas of '83, and I ain't gonna miss this one, either. So please tighten up your seat-belt and keep all unnecessary conversation to a minimum for the next 20 minutes or 8 miles, whichever comes first"
"You sometimes forget who you are talking to."
He was about to say sorry, you're right, when the dip-shit dimwit dogface dumb-fuck in the dented Dodge hit his brakes as he hit his gas. This leaving a diminishing amount of physical space between the cars. Rapidly diminishing. As is non-existent.
"I can't believe this is happening."
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