Female Rage

I was listening to my Female Rage CD today in my car. It's a beautiful outlet that I had almost forgotten about. On my way home I rolled down my window, turned it up and started singing the angry girl songs and thinking to myself, "All men are..." when I looked over at the car to my right and saw him. A nasty older white man in a beat up truck with greasy red hair and an even greasier red mustache. He winked at me and kissed his lips at me and did the upward head nod thing. I turned back to face the front, clenched my steering wheel and sang louder.