By On the occasion of our 20th anniversary
By Gustavo Arellano
By R. Scott Moxley
By Alfonso Delgado
By Courtney Hamilton
By Joel Beers
By Peter Maguire
By Charles Lam
I yelled back, “So what are you waiting for, applause?”
At that point, while still blocking the entire street, you put your massive SUV in park, got out and started walking toward our car. I yelled I was calling the police and to “GET BACK IN YOUR CAR AND MOVE IT!” all the while blaring the horn. You stopped after about two car lengths, uttered an expletive at us, and then, in the middle of the road for everyone to see, flipped us off! Then you slowly, slowly parked your car. Love how your sense of entitlement allowed you to impede everyone’s way for the better part of five minutes, you bourgeois loser.
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