Mister Dee and Dave
Dave yanked the black wrap around shades off of his face and glowered. “Jesus Christ I don’t have time for this”.
BEEEEP. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP, “Hey, move your ASS!”
He swerved into the left lane and floored the V8, glaring into the rear-view at the offending slowpoke. Fucking amateurs. He cranked up the AM drive time sportscast and slung his arm out…