Dear Asshat:
Thank you for cutting me off and brake-checking me on the highway two weeks ago.
I have had several happy fun trips to the chiropractor as a result. It is not fun to hear your own bones go *crunch*. My neck is still stiff. Whiplash is not good.
Incidentally, leaving the scene of the accident - not cool. Telling the cops I cut you off instead of the other way around - definitely not cool. Uh, which one of us has the smashed-up car?? YOUR car is intact. (I hit the brakes. I didn't hit the asshat's car. I did hit the guard rail...)
Hmm, wonder if I can sue the asshat for a shiny new car??
