Yep, I gave you the finger this morning.

You: Didn’t stop at the stop sign or yield to oncoming traffic this morning as I tried to turn left from Arizona Ave. onto Loughboro Rd.

Me: Slamming on brakes. Honking. Giving you the finger. I assume you are always an asshole. What else am I to think?

Both of us: Benefited from the anonymity of traffic and the security afforded us by knowing we would never see each other again.

Was it you? Want to respond to the charge of being a dangerous public nitwit?

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Carl Weaver is a writer and brewer for and has been making beer and wine for more than 20 years. He is also an avid photographer and writer and just finished his first book, about a trip he took to Thailand to live in Buddhist monasteries. He considers himself the last of the Renaissance men and the luckiest darned guy in the world. Follow him on Twitter.

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