Ok, when you see someone pushing a full-size car down the street (in what's cold for miami = 65 degrees) by themselves, what do you do? Do you: A) Get out of your fucking car, and help them for just a little bit, because you're running late to your shopping date. B) Get out of your fucking car, and help them out until they reach the fucking gas station, because the helpers know how much it sucks to push a huge car down the street. C) Do what they did, which is honk and curse at them and keep following them while they push their car running out of strength, until going around the broken-down car with a face showing all the evil they have in their hearts, because I WAS NOT PUSHING THE CAR FAST ENOUGH, which made them late for their HAPPY-FUCKING-HOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What tha fuck! I stopped being nice to people in traffic, no more letting anyone in, especially all the people who honked and cursed, because apparently I have a photographic memory! One guy was walking, although the other way, on his phone... this fucker asked me if I needed help, then said "I'm kinda busy right now, though, sorry." BUSY!? BEING A LITTLE BITCH!? I've been pushing this car from 183rd street and we're on 191st. And you're busy walking the other way, because you're on your damn phone!? Up yours you bastard! When you're in need, and no one will help you, you'll remember me, and your little too busy crap! Anyway, finally got that thing to the gas station almost 10 streets and 35 minutes later. Only one guy actually helped me push the car up the little hill the station is on. But damn people! WTF! Why do people have to honk? Can they not see that something is obviously wrong with the car? Why? And it's not like I look like I'm having fun, or there's a "camera guy" somewhere around, or I'm laughing and having a giggle looking at the people whose days I've screwed up by being in their way... Oh my oh me, I am sooo friggin' sorry that my unfortunate misfortune happened right in front of you, while you were on the way to your friend's house with new gossip! Oh please, be my guest, tell them what annoying thing happened to you on your way there! Seriously, be my guest, tell them what an asshole some guy was being in your way, while your precious time was being wasted, and you had to do nothing else but honk at him, thinking that maybe it would make him push the damn car faster! Really no offense to anyone, but the rich-never-worked-a-day-in-their-lives-daddy's-and-mommy's-little-precious-spoiled-girls and boys that have friggin' BMWs and Benz's, and Maserattis are getting on my nerves! "Like OMIGOD! Why can't he just like push the car on the curb, so we could like, you know like, go!? Like OMIGOD, like why does he have to hold up everyone in this right lane, cause like his car sucks, and like, stuff!? Like Ohhh Myyy Goddd! Why does God hate me? Why? Oh my God, he probably gonna like ask me for like, money or something, for like gas, I should call my daddy, so he could like do something about this asshole and his stupid cheap car!" Sorry, I just really can't stand those people... it's those and the "winter guests" mostly rich old jewish canadians, not the nice ones either, because there are some that are nice to people. I'm talking about the ones (mostly women) who dress like they're 20 and they really are about 80. And that put all the makeup and jewerly that they have in their possetion on, and think they're just *tha shit*! Those are the ones who were honking at me throught the whole time I was pushing the car. And whenever I looked back at them with an obvious question mark over my head, they would actually look me straight in the face, and wave their hands around like "Why are you in my way?" All hope is lost... I don't care anymore. Although I will pull over, get out and help the next guy in the same crap as I was in today, the next time I see it. Be sure of that. As I always have. I'll keep doing that. But no more letting people cut in, nothing like that. Photographic memory is such great asset. P.S. In case anyone's wondering... it's a 2002 dodge intrepid.