Self-righteous old bastard.
I dropped Paula off at the shop this afternoon and turned up the next street to loop around and go back home. I was barely touching 20mph when this doddering old coot who was cleaning the snow off his car threw a snowball at me, mouthing off about something. I stopped, wound my window down and backed up the two car lengths that I'd gone past him, and asked him what his problem was. Old coot : "You need to slow down!" Me : "From 20? The speed limit up here is 25!" Old coot : "You were doing at least 45, maybe 50" Me : "You know that's funny, because my speedometer said 20. Would you like to step into my car and I'll show you what 50 looks like up this road?" Old coot : "You were doing 50. I watched you!" Me : "You measured that with a radar gun did you?" Old coot : "No. I just know." Me : "And that gives you the right to throw a snowball at a moving car, almost causing an accident does it?" Old ...