errands on my lunch hour

Dear old men in red trucks whom I encountered on my lunch hour:

Do you think that where ever you are going is more important than where I am going??

True, I only went to the dry cleaners...

but there is no need for you (both of you!) to cut me off.

Perhaps it's the color of your truck

that makes you think you're the most important thing out there.

I often feel the same way when driving my red car.

Next time, just watch it.

Cause then I won't have to come back and write a post about you.