As I was heading to work today, I end up at a clusterfuck of a light, where this ḥijāb in the opposing lane signals me. I turn down my tunes to see what in goat's name he wants and he's pointing at one of my tires. I query, "is it flat?", he says yes, I quickly open my door to take a gander and fail to see anything amiss. He then retorts, "it's on the other side." :Shrug: I drive a block up, pull in to a gas station, check to see if anything is as flat as an iron steak, to which I fail to procure the same visual that this Elamian was so adamant to which he interrupted my commute over. Well after noticing that my tires were as airy as a thought in DeAngelis' head, a 60watter flickered above my noggin, the fucking brigand was attempting to bamboozle me in to driving in to the 24-7 tire station which was just a mere vehicular saunter away.
My thesis statement for the paragraph above, Fuck Islam!