I've been driving for two decades now, and I've seen a lot of post-accident road rage, but you, Mr. Silver Lexus Hybrid Driver, gave me a new experience. I'd never seen someone get pissed off, jump onto the hood of a car, and take a dump before. It just sat there, glistening in the morning light while we all crawled past, gaping. I thought about calling 9-1-1, but how does that conversation even start? It doesn't matter how much shit you squeeze out of your furry buttocks, you're still full of it, jackass.
