You know the guy.. Sits at every green light, busy texting. Drives 20mph in a 35mph zone, all over the place, texting. I have always had little compassion for that loser, so much so that I felt he deserved a Darwin Award.
Now that I specialize in dripping and driving, I find myself feeling compassion for the idiot who texts and drives. It's a sickness. I get it now. That bozo can't help himself, and neither can I. Sheesh, I load up my atty, hoping it will get me half way through my 20 minute ride home. Not.. Nothing quite like enjoying lungs full of burnt cotton because my atty ran dry. I'm pitiful, I go slow, hoping to catch a red light so I can reload. No red light? No problem. I fill up the atty without looking at it, ejuice everywhere but it's not a problem.
So Mr. and Mrs. Text and Drive, please accept my heartfelt apology. I'm as pitiful as you are,
(I know this must have been brought up a billion times, but I felt the need to unburden myself of this heavy load).
Cheers,
Rusty
Now that I specialize in dripping and driving, I find myself feeling compassion for the idiot who texts and drives. It's a sickness. I get it now. That bozo can't help himself, and neither can I. Sheesh, I load up my atty, hoping it will get me half way through my 20 minute ride home. Not.. Nothing quite like enjoying lungs full of burnt cotton because my atty ran dry. I'm pitiful, I go slow, hoping to catch a red light so I can reload. No red light? No problem. I fill up the atty without looking at it, ejuice everywhere but it's not a problem.
So Mr. and Mrs. Text and Drive, please accept my heartfelt apology. I'm as pitiful as you are,
(I know this must have been brought up a billion times, but I felt the need to unburden myself of this heavy load).
Cheers,
Rusty
