Read this! I went to a supplier to pick up a client's order, I get on I-95 South right next to the Miami Design District near 40th street. Anyway, get up on the ramp and one male reproductive organ driving a black Murcielago almost runs me off the road, the guy then hits the brakes hard almost causing a Ford van to rear end him, then steps on it again, I noticed a silver Mercedes SUV with the rear tailgate open and a monkey shooting film, the Lambo kept driving up to SUV then would hit brakes hard and make quick lane changes, well it was time to pick up my kid from pre-school, so I'm in a bit of a rush and this wiener is playing on I-95, I tried to go around him twice and he kept blocking the lanes, so obviously I was losing my cool, I change lanes abruptly to the right and lo and behold a state trooper with a big scowl on his mug, he looks at me as if I'm under the influence, by now Mr. Lambo had taken off toward South Beach and there I am with Mr. Trooper (think quick caveman, this bear is going to give you a ticket!!), suddenly I go into a tirade inside my car and start pointing wildly at the trooper, "hey I need to get into emergency lane!" while hysterically pointing my finger at the guy, the scowl changes to a look of disbelief, he actually signals me to pass, I get on the emergency lane, put on flashers and feign car trouble, after two minutes pass, I get back on I-95 and survived the ticket. So help me, If I see the idiot with the all black Lambo with NY tags driving on I-95, sucker get ready for a club through your expensive Italian windshield, all you're going to hear is: Oooops! Scusami paisano!, vaffanculo! fottiti!...Have a nice day!
