Dear Super-Skinny Blond with Mini-Skirt,

If you do not wish to be run over by my car, please do not walk out in front of me ever again. Just because you have right-of-way does not mean you don't look both ways before you step out into the road. Next time, I won't break. Instead, I'll run over your pretty little skinny ass and keep going. Ya got me? Hey? Not only did you give yourself a heart attack, you gave me one as well. Let me repeat myself, so I make myself clear: walk out in front of me again and your meat will be all up on my grill.

xoxo,
Gennie