Smug

I think I’m entirely justified in feeling self-righteous next to the guy who yelled “You’re not a f–king car!” at me today. My brilliant reply was “Yeah, bite me,” because I have neither self-control nor time at these moments. But what I really meant was “No, I’m not a car, but I still have to make left turns sometimes, and it is legal for me to do so!”

So I make up for not being able to say that by reflecting that I am going to be so much better off than he is when gas hits $5.00 per gallon!