Oh Daddy Dear

I was zooming down the highway in my decked out wonderful little powder blue Prius and talking on my brand new Droid, trying to explain that all the idiots in the world just don’t know a good race car—that the Prius is—when they see one.  All of a sudden I am forced to throw my brand new phone at the stupid John Deer Tractor that just cut me off.  What was he thinking?  The rudeness that a tractor even is allowed on the road; aren’t they supposed to be in fields or something!  Great now this meanie of a farm worker has the audacity to yell at me.   Where is my phone, I have to call his employer and get him fired—teach that idiot to cut my precious little powder blue Prius off again.  I mean, couldn’t he hear the neeee neeee neeee neeeee as I vroomed on by.  Great my phone, it is broken.  How dare he make me throw my new phone out the window at him?  Can you believe he blames this on me; trying to say if I wasn’t trying to change my cd’s out while talking on the phone, drinking a Dr. Pepper and smoke a cigarette all at the same time I would have notice him pulling out.  Wait until my rich daddy hears about this.  I am just sure Daddy is going to buy that man’s farm and fire him just for being mean to his little precious princess.  Now if only if I had my Droid to call him … “hey Mr. John Deer Tractor Man, can I use your cell phone to call my Daddy?”