Stinkyass Catsnitch

When I pulled into the parking lot, I was glad to see there was a spot left for me. Everything is so packed right now, I’m lucky if I can find one within a mile of the store front door. But walking is good, right?

He yelled at me across the parked car isle: “You wanted to pass me bad, huh? But you couldn’t.” and he snickered a little laugh. After my initial shock at being yelled at in a parking lot, I recognized his red ball cap and the white SUV he was walking away from. Just a few minutes ago, I had tried to pass his car on the freeway, got cut off and wasn’t able to, waited for him to zoom past me on my right, waited for about 3 other cars to follow him, and then got over to get off at the exit. “But you could have got in after me, where you were in the first place! It’s not like I’m one of those crazyass drivers that carries a gun! I wouldn’t shoot ya!” snicker snicker snicker ‘Yes,’ I thought, ‘you are certainly not appearing to be crazy.’

“I didn’t care if I got in front of you or you were in front of me as long as it was a LONG way in front of me. I didn’t want your stinky cigarette smoke stinking up my car any longer.”

He stops walking and stares. “You’re one of THOSE kinda people? Well, that’s WORSE! Stinkyass Catsnitch!” He flipped me off and stormed away, thankfully to another store.

Stinkyass Catsnitch?

I think I’ve found a new catchphrase.