It's big. It's white. It's got a curve with an arrow at the end of it. It was in front of your dadblasted rustbucket Jeep before you pulled over it. It said "right turn only." Right there, on the road. Seriously, dude, it said "RIGHT FREEKIN' TURN ONLY." But you're sitting there, thinking about what it would like to have an IQ above 30. You're contemplating how the bug felt when it smashed into your windshield and how not it looks like a high speed glob of snot. You're sitting there drooling and wonderful things have been since you were labotomized. And I'm sitting back here, waiting for the light to change so I can turn right, and I'm thinking about how long and strong that tire iron is in my trunk, and how removing you from the gene pool would raise the average....