Finger Stomping

Down the road at 45 per hour to the recycle center. Just minding my own business. When here comes a car across the line in that 55 zone STRAIGHT AT ME !!!!!! Some idiot thumb stomping a cell phone! Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m amazed at the prowess of some of these hi tech gurus. It’s like their finger has gone to Harvard. Or maybe it’s a computer fed bionic extension of the mind. Or better yet it has a mind of its own. Maybe it’s a transmorphagration of a mini me finger that is the driving force for that idiot doing the finger stomping. Maybe the finger is the real him. Well, he wont be doing that for a while. When we both had spun out and come to a grinding halt in the same ditch bank. I got out of my car amidst all his cussing and adjusted his attitude and changed his cussing to caterwauling. He made a sad mistake by poking that marvel in my face and saying just enough impolite things that I grabbed that finger and bent it back double fully expecting it to poof and fizzle a little drizzle of smoke like it shorted or something. It just snapped. It didn’t even crackle and pop. It just snapped. And that was the end of that. © Jul 2011 Charles Henderson