Crazy Truth

All Chevy drivers are dangerous; they cannot drive. I search for a few minutes, finding the Chevy emblem. Watch stealthily, sure enough he cuts in front of me. Proving my theory. Now I change my truth to all Missouri drivers are crazy. I watch one do a crazy U-turn and add it to my schemata. Drive a few more minutes. Decide all black cars have unfriendly drivers. Must change this theory when I remember I am driving a black car. Listen the radio a few minutes. Here an old person on there complaining. Grouch. Grouch. Grouch. Gripe. Gripe. Grouch. Grouch. Grouch. She has some kind of a weird accent. My truth is now all people with accents are complainers. My schemata is adding ideas all the time, sometimes adjusting. A car cuts in front of me, almost causing me to wreck.@#%&*@#$#@@#$$%% That must be a Chevy driver. I race after him, honking and giving him the finger. He looks back and returns the favor. His car is a Ford. Oh. I slow down, drop back. Ford drivers are okay. This must have been a one-time accident. Meanwhile he has added this truth to his truth box. Old ladies wearing red Kansas City Chiefs shirts are crazy.