What can I say, this one got me. Hook, line, all the way down to the sinker. I got about halfway through this note thinking it's author was just going around snooping in car windows looking for packs of smokes and then BOOM...he dropped the "your parking gave me a terminal disease" bomb. I generally think it's bullshit to anonymously call someone out, but - as with anything - it's all about the execution. Don't tell me this didn't get results. I refuse to believe the recipient isn't a little more aware of his surroundings now that someone told him/her they needed a chemo-therapist to get over the physical and emotional damage done by his piss poor parallel parking. This person has almost certainly started backing their car up and straightening it out within the lines after an unknown victim implied that their abilities behind the wheel should come with a Surgeon General's warning. It would take a real social pariah to continue pig parking after being as cancerous to society as the daily ingestion of tobacco smoke. How could you not do a little self reflection when ever point of your crappy K turn could be subtracting from someone's white blood cell count? Some might say it's disrespectful to use your grandfather's death to make a harsh joke at the expense of a stranger, but I personally think that his (a guy DEFINITELY wrote this) grandfather would appreciate that his death wasn't for naught and helped in correcting someone's behavior. h/t @sarahbryant_
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