Sir, yes you with the new Mercedes Benz, don’t flick me off.
I understand that you’re in a hurry to go nowhere, but that’s not important.
And you, yes! With the crutches! Don’t walk out in front of my car going 45 miles per hour.
I have no problem going under the speed limit in neighborhoods for the sake of our future generation.
Hey goon, you want to blast your rap crap a little louder? If you’re going to do that, at least have taste.
How can I forget the trunk drivers that swerve into my lane and nearly take my life before graduation day?
Alas homeless man with the beard, I’m a broke teenager. We’re in the same boat, so please don’t beg me for money.
There is no sympathy for a female teenage driver.
It’s get with the chaos, or don’t bother leaving home.