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Goddamnit, I usually don't like posting rants, but I seriously need to.
I'm currently living at my parents' place in North Van and commute to SFU every morning.
Yesterday noon, I drove to SFU just as I always do, no problems.
Except this one old white guy (no offense to anyone who's white), who cuts me off on my way down Delbrook Ave.
He drove a beige Ford or an Oldsmobile (an American make).
Anyway, I decided it was a shitty start for another shitty day, and drove on as usual.
Then as I stopped at the bridge to get onto the #1, this old fuckhead decides to drive up from my right lane, give me a dirty look, and drive off with after a look at my license plate.
So??? Goto hell, motherfucker.
Anyway, around 4PM, my dad gets a "friendly" visit from 2 North Van RCMP constables, who apparently "heard" a report about me "nearly killing" a driver on the road. Then they proceeded to scare my poor immigrant dad shitless by threatening to give me a $400 ticket. They eventually figured out that my dad wasn't understanding much of what they were saying, and decided to just leave a business card.
Wait, let's backtrack a little...a $400 ticket??? For what, you cocksuckers??? Based on what evidence???
Now, I'm pretty fuckin tired after yelling at my dad for an hour. He seems to think that I go around, peeling rubber, taking corners at 100 goddamn MPH, and "nearly killing" people, everywhere I go. This shit's fuckin' annoying, especially after having failed a midterm and getting calls from my ex all day.
If I'm right, then it was that wrinkly old motherfucker who decided to report me under false pretenses. In all honesty, I'm not the best operator of a manual gearbox, period. And if I was even a foot close to any other car on the road, with my new baby which costed me a pretty penny, I think I'd at least have a goddamn clue.
So, here's a word to all the RCMP officers out there. Get your fucking facts straight, and at least investigate your sources before blindly following them, knocking on my door, and scaring my dad out of his mind. He's just retired and has enough to worry about with our kitchen reconstruction. He doesn't need all this shit from amateurs who don't know any better.
Shiet :swearin:
I just lost all my sleep for the night.
I'm currently living at my parents' place in North Van and commute to SFU every morning.
Yesterday noon, I drove to SFU just as I always do, no problems.
Except this one old white guy (no offense to anyone who's white), who cuts me off on my way down Delbrook Ave.
He drove a beige Ford or an Oldsmobile (an American make).
Anyway, I decided it was a shitty start for another shitty day, and drove on as usual.
Then as I stopped at the bridge to get onto the #1, this old fuckhead decides to drive up from my right lane, give me a dirty look, and drive off with after a look at my license plate.
So??? Goto hell, motherfucker.
Anyway, around 4PM, my dad gets a "friendly" visit from 2 North Van RCMP constables, who apparently "heard" a report about me "nearly killing" a driver on the road. Then they proceeded to scare my poor immigrant dad shitless by threatening to give me a $400 ticket. They eventually figured out that my dad wasn't understanding much of what they were saying, and decided to just leave a business card.
Wait, let's backtrack a little...a $400 ticket??? For what, you cocksuckers??? Based on what evidence???
Now, I'm pretty fuckin tired after yelling at my dad for an hour. He seems to think that I go around, peeling rubber, taking corners at 100 goddamn MPH, and "nearly killing" people, everywhere I go. This shit's fuckin' annoying, especially after having failed a midterm and getting calls from my ex all day.
If I'm right, then it was that wrinkly old motherfucker who decided to report me under false pretenses. In all honesty, I'm not the best operator of a manual gearbox, period. And if I was even a foot close to any other car on the road, with my new baby which costed me a pretty penny, I think I'd at least have a goddamn clue.
So, here's a word to all the RCMP officers out there. Get your fucking facts straight, and at least investigate your sources before blindly following them, knocking on my door, and scaring my dad out of his mind. He's just retired and has enough to worry about with our kitchen reconstruction. He doesn't need all this shit from amateurs who don't know any better.
Shiet :swearin:
I just lost all my sleep for the night.