Told you

In case anyone thinks I'm totally full of shit, I have a quick story. I was driving today, ironically between the hours of 12 and 2 pm, and I pulled up to a stop sign. As I begin to pull into the intersection, I notice a 1985 Ford truck with a camper shell approaching me from about 50 yards away at 45 mph. Slightly put off, I slowed my approach into the intersection, with my car 1/3 to 1/2 of the way into the middle of this FOUR WAY STOP. Needless to say, this trucker hat wearing, mullet sporting, straw chewing yokel crosses the line that one would normally stop at traveling a remarkable, oh, what do you know, 45 mph. How nice! As I saw 2 tons of death approach my driver's side door, I laid on the horn for the first time in my life. This seemed to "wake up" the incestuous goat f&*%er as he slammed quite belatedly on his brakes and swerves to the side, avoiding my motionless and still honking car by probably about 6 inches. As I sat staring in disbelief about how right I am, I saw the idiot continue his slow until he was idling down the street in the opposite direction I was headed. I wish cars really did have exhast pipe missles. I'd show him what coming to a stop really meant. Brake's on the left, dumbass.