Tales of Road Rage

Bob - is 5"2, weighs about 130 and drives a Toyota Solara. He loves the attention he gets and struts around like it's a Lamborghini. One evening after a particularly tiresome day, he stops off at a nearby liquor store to get a couple of bottles of Sam Adams. Slowly guzzling while parked, he puts in an arena rock CD and plays it super loud. After a few minutes of buzzing, Bob realizes that it's time to get home and start all over again. Gliding down slow freeway traffic, he's doing about 40 in the fast lane. All in one split second, Bob realizes that his sudden heartburn may be the result of a skipped lunch and traffic is picking up just as quickly. It is now dark and blaring horns cause confusion and a lightheaded feeling. Ignoring oncoming traffic in the next two lanes, Bob races diagonally toward the next off ramp. He makes it without attention from law enforcement or damage other than excessive brake pressure but once he's relieved of sick and reaches for a mint, his car starts to roll downward. Not only did he then realize that most of the front was teetering in mid-air but forgot to put the car in park.

Wendy's nickname is Sunshine. Not because she has a nice disposition but when she starts drinking, she gets mean. She drinks a lot and often but at six feet and two-hundred twenty pounds, she feels she can handle it. Her logic is that in nearly 50 years no harm has ever come of drinking or having a little weed once in a while. During a get together with friends, Wendy ran out of sunshine and made a quick run to the liquor store. The guy usually sells her a bottle of regular gold rum, which is about 80 proof. Instead, while talking on the phone, grabbed a bottle of the same brand - in 151 proof. While this may be a steal to anyone that likes rum, it was a sad turn after Wendy poured some into a 20-ounce bottle of cola she bought with the spirit. After taking a big gulp of the cold cocktail, the clerk chased after her to try and exchange it. Her replies were laced with profanities and other words of hatred. While going off on the clerk, she took a step onto the street with her back turned. The driver of the oncoming car saw her, as did the police because they were right behind the vehicle. They were in a high-speed chase doing about 85. There was no time to stop.