This woman is a horrible person who throws 128oz cups of sugary Mountain-Dew out her window at people's cars when she realizes she has made herself unhappy with her indecisive driving and lack of mental skill.
I turned my left-turn signal on to show that I was changing into the left lane of the axis road as this behemoth soda guzzler came zooming in from the highway. There was an 18-wheeler and another SUV in front of her, all exiting the HW.
She saw my left-turn signal, slowed down and kindly made space for me to change lanes. Quickly realizing what generosity felt like, she went through all stages of depression in several seconds, and became lividly angry with yet another insignificant decision of her life.
With the high-fructose corn-syrup and caffeine high wearing off, she became as cranky as a wet-cat and through her remaining contents of her drink at my car in hopes that she would someday break this cycle of Fat-Storing Glycolysis and finally lose enough weight to drive a smaller vehicle capable of moving he weight.
She then freaked out like every other Karen on Earth does and tried to call her BF or 911... I left the scene quickly to wash my car of her filth but took a picture for the Internet.
This woman is a horrible person who throws 128oz cups of sugary Mountain-Dew out her window at people's cars when she realizes she has made herself unhappy with her indecisive driving and lack of mental skill.
I turned my left-turn signal on to show that I was changing into the left lane of the axis road as this behemoth soda guzzler came zooming in from the highway. There was an 18-wheeler and another SUV in front of her, all exiting the HW.
She saw my left-turn signal, slowed down and kindly made space for me to change lanes. Quickly realizing what generosity felt like, she went through all stages of depression in several seconds, and became lividly angry with yet another insignificant decision of her life.
With the high-fructose corn-syrup and caffeine high wearing off, she became as cranky as a wet-cat and through her remaining contents of her drink at my car in hopes that she would someday break this cycle of Fat-Storing Glycolysis and finally lose enough weight to drive a smaller vehicle capable of moving he weight.
She then freaked out like every other Karen on Earth does and tried to call her BF or 911... I left the scene quickly to wash my car of her filth but took a picture for the Internet.