A Letter To The Driver That Cut Me Off

Today I’m writing an open letter to somebody I’ve been meaning to say something to: the driver that cut me off.

You see, I was simply driving down the road in my 1994 Chevy when a car zoomed i front of me without signaling. I had many things to say, many questions to ask, but one was first and foremost: where did you get that bumper sticker?

You know the one I’m talking about. It was bright red and said “Honk If You’re Hungry For Democracy!” Where did you get that? I have long been a fan of the witty voice given to us, the people, through the medium of bumper stickers.

Now, while I did find some of your stickers to be a tad bit on the crass side (the image of beloved comic strip figure Calvin urinating on the General Electric logo seemed a bit much for my simple tastes), your greatest sticker tackled not only my state of hunger, but my love of democracy.

While we’re at it, may I inquire about the “If You Don’t Like My Driving, Call 1-800-STEP-OFF” sticker? I find it’s tongue-in-cheek takedown of the classic saying most delightful.

You may never see this, and I understand if you don’t. But I must say this, mysterious soldier of freedom: drive on. Drive on to a world where a person’s only form of free speech is their bumper.

 

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Posted June 7, 2016 by anthony in category "Blog
written and composed by Anthony Elio