At 7:45 a.m. I threw my Tim Hortons medium-size coffee at the guy in the next car to mine... his window was rolled down and the coffee spilled in his passenger side seat... I think I may have got him soaked as well! :)

Why??


BTW, I'll be taking a different route to work next week! LOL!

EDIT: OK, as I mentioned above, I was on my way to work, bought my coffee and everything seemed fine on this Friday moring... until I reached the intersection of a certain side street I take to work in order to miss the morning traffic on Yonge St.

I noticed a woman with 2 small boys - one she was carrying in her arms, the other was about 4 or 5 yrs old and was hold his mothers hand while crossing the intersection. I approached the intersection and veered towards the bus stop so that I could make my right-hand turn. As I'm approaching, I can see the woman with the 2 kids walking across the intersection turned towards the man in a mini-van / SUV that was located in the right and saying "Thank you so much, Thank you again". However, I noticed she was saying it a sarcastic voice.

Whatever, right?

Ha!

Now my windows are half-way down, so when I stopped my car, I looked at who she was talking to and there is this youngish guy, slim - non-threatening looking, leaning over his arm-rest and yelling at her "That's right you fucking Whore, you're nothing but a Whore!"

The woman did not come out of his car, and I really doubt they knew each other...so I gave him that raised one eyebrow look... you know the one. He then yells at me... "Yah, you're a f*&^* Whore...!" he continued to say something else - but at that point I was pressing the button to lower my driver-side window and was reaching for my coffee cup with my right hand!

Well, in my true form - I threw the cup of coffee at his window that was 3/4 down, the cup kinda flips in and the top of the cup flips open and the coffee spills in his passenger side seat - and I'm pretty sure I got him as well!

I then turned right down the street and luckily for me, there were a few more cars in back of me that were making a right-hand turn as well. I then made a few more turns down different streets to ensure he didn't follow me. I made it safely to work, bought myself another coffee - however, my day was shot to hell!

Oh well, as everyone has told me - "good thing he didn't have a gun"!

When I'm in my car - I'm a fearless, 5' 1, 105 pound Italian girlie!

I WANT a TRUNK MONKEY!