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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (9814)	4/15/1998 5:44:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

AU CONTRAIRE, MON CHER~~~~!!! TOday I picked up Ammo and turned in a mature and DMV approved manner out of the school lot. In back of me I heard the shriek of rubber and an engine roaring. Since the turn is right into a light, which is red,it was really silly. And dangerous. THe light changes. The kid is on my tail bigtime. Who is this a**hole?" I say to Ammo. "Some jerk," he says, looking back. We talk like this in the car. I tell them it doesn't count to swear when you're driving. I'm thinking I should copy down his license plates and call the Camaro Cop to tell his parents when he screeches around me and pulls in front of me immediately. He can't go any faster than I was; there's a line of traffic in front of us, but I understand that this is some sort of teen victory. I see that the right hand lane is moving slightly faster and quickly switch lanes. Which isn't smart because I have to make a lefthand turn soon, but the temptation to take this kid is too strong. And I do--and then have to pull fast over in front of a truck to turn left. He gets in the right hand lane and passes me, pulling in front of me again. I realize that this is no longer an adult and a teen. This is some important character test and I intend to win. He's driving a tacky four wheel thing. I have my brand new Sebring. And I'm smarter and older. I know this light and it's going to turn before we can make it. I fast turn left into the shopping center. He realizes what I've done too late but roars into the Texaco to try to cut me off. I hit the gas and fly through the parking lot. I beat him and PEEL left onto the street again. He's tailing me. I go 20--slower and slower until we get to our street when I come to a complete stop and make an old lady turn. I grin into the rearview mirror as they pass. They are making obscene gestures. Ammo and I highfive.