I, Tool

I, Tool

As she crossed the walk
I saw her mouth the word "tool"
My car on the line

This morning I found myself in a precarious situation—I misjudged how fast the traffic was going and ended up with my car's back end sticking out into the intersection and the front end in the crosswalk when the light turned red. Luckily the traffic could pass around me easily, but the woman who used the crosswalk was really pissed, so pissed that as she walked in front of me she called me a tool. That's right, a tool. I have never been called that one before, but the list of names that people call me for next to no reason at all is long and always growing. Someday in the near future I think I shall publish the list. It will be glorious.