A Finger Salute

I must give out the Uncle Willie finger salute to a couple of people that I have crossed paths with recently. First finger salute goes to the man in the red Toyota Tacoma who crested a hill in the wrong lane as I was driving up the hill in the right lane. Thank Jebus that this moron came too just in time, and got in his own lane. Next recipient is the women who was entering the YMCA as I was leaving. I ,being Mr. Manners, held one of the two doors open for her as she opened the other door to come through. Thanks alot Mrs I-don't-care-if-you-are-being-nice-I-am-going-to-open-my-own-door-and-you-Uncle Fool-just-stand-there-and-watch-me-go-through-the-other-door. And last but not least the guy in the Mercedes and the women in the Volvo wagon who thought that signaling the guy in back of them, your pal,would be a veritable hardship. I say to them and the other two that they should all rot in hell and before that they can kiss my gluteus maximus.


Lighting the mood a bit here is Homer trying to vote for Obams.