The other day as I was heading into work I was stopped behind a grey Hyundai Sonata.
On the rear window of the car was a bumper sticker that read ominously: Well Behaved Women Rarely Make History.
Being the brilliant sort when it comes to translating high-minded and high-falutin' speech, my blazingly quick mind almost instantly translated this to plain spoken southern American English:
I'm a mean, vindictive, bee-yotch that would just as soon step on ya as look at ya, so watch out!
(Please excuse the language.)
Then as I sat there thinking that women who make history rarely drive Hyundai Sonatas either, a woman's hand reached out and flicked a green and white Marlboro menthol cigarette hard pack out of the driver's side window onto Sarno Road.
Having read the bumper sticker and realizing this woman was a real piece of work, it also hit me that I couldn't recall the last time I saw someone blatantly throw litter from their car like that.
Here in Florida, you can have your windows tinted very dark, and the windows in this Sonata were very dark, so I couldn't see but just the basic outline of the woman's head, and of course her hand as she threw the cigarette package out the window. But I would have liked to have seen her face to file away for future reference.
I wanted to know what she looked like so that if I ever encountered her in, say, Walmart, I'd know to head down the next aisle and avoid her.
But then again, a woman who is as great as she obviously is would never stoop to shopping in Walmart like a low-life such as me, so I guess I shouldn't worry too much about encountering her there.
Jerk. Times two.