Dear. Flippin'. Anonymous.
You're on a scooter. You're in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin. You're not a badass. By no definition of the word - whatsoever. You know there's a Harley Davidson store down the street? There's guys there that would probably use you to clean their ears. You look like you drink diet RC Cola, and have issues balancing while riding a bike. Are you really, REALLY - gonna pull out of that Subway + Speedway Gas station parking lot, with 3 of your other *scooter* riding friends, behind 2 black jeeps full of people clearly from out of town, with license plates from different states, and try and give them sh*t? REALLY? Just because we stopped at a yield sign, because some lady looked like she was about to cross the street, does not mean you need to yell "Not a stop sign-" up at our car. You are not intimidating. You and all of your friends put together are not intimidating. Go plug your ride back in at your moms garage, and call up Super Weenie Hut Jr, and ask for your usual order - then put it in the fridge and cool it. Those 10 seconds of your life you spent behind some vacationing family members at a yield sign, will not be the worst spent 10 seconds of your life. That award probably goes to polishing your f*cking teal seafoam green scooter or something.