Motorpsycho
(My family lives in a typically quiet residential neighborhood. However, one of our neighbors owns a motorcycle and feels that it is entirely appropriate to race the motorcycle up and down the various streets, gunning the engine as loudly as he can, at any time of day. He’s not going anywhere in particular, just driving around in loops and up and down the streets. One day, our family is having an outdoor barbecue in our front yard when we hear the motorcyclist coming from around the corner. Right as he does, a plastic bag that has blown away from the party suddenly gets caught by the breeze and spins up into the air in front of the motorcycle. He swerves and ends up skidding into the drainage ditch on the far side of the street. Several of the adults run to help, including my mother.)
Mother: “Oh, my gosh! Are you all right?”
Motorcyclist: “F*** OFF, C***!”
(He tries to stand up and take a swing at her, forcing her to step back, before he suddenly falls down and grabs his leg.)
Motorcyclist: “F****** b****! Look what you did! F***!”
(He continued swearing, even after 911 was called, right up until an ambulance showed up. When it did, he tried to get up again and hobbled away, swearing some more the entire time. Since then, we haven’t heard him revving around on his motorcycle, at all. Honestly, I rather hope he had to sell it to cover his hospital bills. Serves him right.)
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