Maturity comes at thirty-two-cents a mile
My parents bought a CB radio for my trip out to New York [Editor’s note: that’s where I’m going to college] for some reason and have had it on the entire way here (maybe they like to listen to the truckers’ pretty voices). Unsurprisingly, truckers have flamers just as bad (and just as many and annoying, if not moreso) as those on the Internet:
“Truckers are stupid!“
‘Shut up, fag, you’re a trucker too!‘
“You shut up, you’re the fag you stupid trucker!“
‘OMGWTF just shut up already Driver, I have a college degree!‘
“Oh ya, how many Calculus classes did you take?“
‘I took six semesters of Calculus in college, and four semesters of Biology, and four of Chemistry, and five of Physics.‘
“…“
‘Yeah, don’t have an answer for that, do ya, fag?!‘
At this point, I really would have liked to pipe in:
“Ladies, ladies, please! Let’s make this a good, clean fight: no biting, kicking, or scratching; and I don’t want to see any hitting below the belt!“
Unfortunately, my dad wouldn’t let me take the handset 🙁
…Thus confirming my theory that truckers have the mindset of a 12-year-old pre-pubescent girl.
