What is it with the preppy junior accountants trying to kill me with their Porsches?
It was the third time in like a few months that somebody tried to run me over with their high-end automobile. Chevies, Pontiacs, Dodges ... no problem ... Porsches, Lexuses (Lexi?), and Mercedes, though - it's like I've got a luxury car magnet embedded in my skin.
I'm going to get a personalized license plate ... PJAH8ME.
Tags: insanity, yuppies