Little Box of Courage
Something I loathe even more than children are Floridian Drivers. It's not even because of their horrid driving capabilities, but more so because of their attitudes. Within the confines of their comfy little car, they are able to build up the courage to say and do things to other drivers, that they wouldn't typically do otherwise. But why? My guess is that they are all just cowards. The drivers have a metal barrier between them and their unfortunate victim. They are relying on their hefty vehicles to protect them from someone taking some sort of physical revenge against them. So now I pose this question to all Florida drivers: Do you really think you're that safe in your car? Because I have a baseball bat that thinks otherwise.
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Yes! Good one!!
Is it aluminum? Love the sound of aluminum bats, that satisfying ding sound. Fiction as therapy.
I agree with Jeffrey. Good one.
I'm suddenly drooling over the sound with this strange smirk on my face. Yup, definitely an aluminum bat.
Ha, two tons of courage. Yes, a car can make the biggest wimp feel immortal. But as soon as he steps out again, bingo-- reality.
Wood has more give than aluminum, but in this case you don't want give.
I'm not convinved the absurdity is restricted to Florida drivers, though. You oughta see what a blizzard does to Massachusetts drivers trying to navigate their SUVs through roads that have been narrowed by 3-foot high snowbanks.