Contrary to popular belief, I know. But really, when the days are over, I don’t really want to see anyone get severely hurt or anything.
I’m in a pretty upset mood tonight, and not because the Braves got owned like slavery were legal again, anything work-related, or something trite like that. I’m upset because I saw a person on the road whom while in front of me, I witnessed as they applied their brakes, and took great care and effort into running over a dead animal on the road.
Honestly, if it were a squirrel or possum, or another common varmint-type of animal, I would have been disturbed by the careful effort in running it over, but the size and fur color of the already-dead roadkill was most definitely a dog. And the fact that this piece of shit deliberately ran it over, bothered me immensely. Even he had to know based on the size of the roadkill, that this was no common rodent. But this waste of human space slowed down, leading me to believe that he was going to turn left or something coming up, but then I saw as he veered slightly, before seeing the carcass being flung upward a few inches after the impact. I winced as I passed it between my tires, and watched as this asshole in the Yukon proceeded forward.
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