WWJD? How About Kiss My…

I was driving home Friday afternoon in a little bit of traffic. After hearing Justin Timberlake’s “Sexyback” I was feeling fine, and decided to let someone pull out in front of me. There was a lot of traffic, and considering we were at a stand still, it seemed like no big deal. Once I let her out, the woman behind me ina beige Toyota Prius layed on the horn. I looked into my rearview mirror and said out loud “jackass”. As I proceeded to get into the left hand lane for a turn, she drove by me on the right side. There, in big letters was a bumper sticker that said “W.W.J.D” and underneath “What Woud Jesus Do”

I guess Jesus doesn’t like traffic.

I’ve always wondrered something. Mom suffer from “I can’t drive my huge SUV for my two chldren” rage. I honestly believe that this rage spills over to when they are using carts, whether it’s in a supermarket or a big store like Walmart. Don’t you think Psychology Today should look into this?

I’ve never seen women so desperate to be the first one to the Peanut Butter and Jelly or kitty litter.

Just some thoughts…