so here's the deal:

I don't care if you want to drive faster than me.

Go.

Go like the wind.

Look, I've given you the fast lane.

It's all yours.

You are free.

With my blessing.

 

But.

 

If you want to be in front of me,

You'd better go faster.

I mean actually faster.

Not the minuscule amount of faster you get from simply being in front of me. 

 

Because the seventy-two inches between you and me, doesn't actually count as faster.

I'm just saying.

 

Those seventy-two inches you took?

You've got them.

For as long as you insist,

On not driving faster.

In front of me.

 

 

Comments

[bookmole]

That is so irritating! Not the writing - that is awesome. I mean the driving real fast til their car is in front, then going at your speed.

Greatpost.