2.d.viii
“Move it you
teenaged fucks!” the bossman shouted.
What was wrong
with the youth of today? Were they all
pussies? In his time there were only two
ways to drive a car: fast and faster. He
was certain that this had not changed, that kids today still felt that the
accelerator belonged on the floor. So
how did they instinctively know to slow down when they were in front of him?
He should
never have chanced driving past the highschool on his way to the Price Killers
Wholesale Superstore. Now he had three
jackassed teens boxing him in, all exploding with laughter whenever he pounded
the dash or screamed expletives at them.