Making Me Retch
While driving to work this morning, my wife and I pulled up to a 4-way stop and the guy with the right of way isn’t moving. I looked closely and he was leaning out of his open drivers door. I thought the poor guy had bad clams. When he straightens up and drives away, turns out, he was emptying his ashtray on the road. My faith tells me turn the other cheek, but I really wanted to rub his nose in it.