Dear Mr. Crackberry:
This morning I was in a particular hurry. I had to drop off my younger daughter at school, take a few deranged pugs to the vet and then whip back around to take my older daughter to school. I was on an especially tight schedule this morning as I had a conference call right after the deranged pug vet visit and the second school drop-off.
Of course, I am only a White Trash Mom, not nearly as important as you, Mr. Crackberry.
You know who you are. You are the idiot who was sitting in the drop off line at school this AM, in your car, driving AND TEXTING ON YOUR CRACKBERRY while you were driving through a SCHOOL PARKING LOT.
The cherry on the cake of this story is this:
Kids were walking around in the parking lot. Mr. Crackberry was also drinking a coffee. I swear I am not making this up. I swear it.
I did not realize until I was in another line that the reason the first line I was in was SO SLOW was due to the fact that you were driving/drinking/texting in the drop off line. With the Crackberry on the steering wheel, no less.
To give you the benefit of the doubt, perhaps you do indeed have a very important job. It could be that you were:
1)Texting the contents of the cure for cancer to the CDC in Atlanta
2)Sending final directions to a surgical team that is starting an emergency brain surgery without you
3)Neither one of these answers. You were probably changing your latte order or changing your lunch appointment.
Karma is a funny thing, Mr. Crackberry. In the event that you don’t actually kill someone with your distracted driving, your smug self-importance will kill your soul. What goes around comes around my friend. Please note that NO ONE IS SO IMPORTANT THAT THEY NEED TO drive/drink coffee and use a crackberry.
Karma will Come and Get You.
Love,
White Trash Mom
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There’s totally a special kind of karma for people like this. Someday he’ll drop his blackberry in the toilet and his entire schedule/contact list/life will be wiped out. I have faith.
One time, a friend of mine’s son was riding his bike with training wheels – on the sidewalk – two doors down from his house. A neighbor backed out of his garage and proceeded to back into the little guy on the bike. I’m not kidding. He was not hurt. My friend came tearing down the street, checked that his son was unharmed and proceeded directly to the driver’s side of the car. The driver had stopped to continue his phone conversation. My friend banged on the closed window. No response. He banged again. Finally, this arrogant jerk opened his window and said, “Can’t you see I’m on the phone here?” To which my friend screamed, “You just ran into my kid with your CAR!” The guy hadn’t even noticed.
Oh yes, Mr Crackberry yes indeedy it will…..
People like that really really bug me. Of course if something bad actually did happen he would be the first to jump up and down screaming how it was someone elses fault. I hope his children soon see him for the true wanker that he is.
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