So there's this bag. This bag is jammed in between my driver seat and driver's side door. That's what I do with shit that I don't need to give a shit about when it's in my car. Jam it in between something and something else, and deal with it later.
I pay no attention to this bag, as it is jammed somewhere, ready to be cleaned up, but at a much later date. Not today, I thought. This bag stays right here, I thought.
This bag is a fucking asshole.
I'm driving down the highway, and it jumps up from its safe, secure spot, in between the seat and the door. This fucking bag, it attacks my face. I swerve across two lanes of traffic, getting jumped by this fucking bag. I almost hit a number of cars, because of this stupid fucking bag. I'm blind at eighty miles per hour, all thanks to this ridiculous bag. This bag is, not only blinding me, but preventing me from breathing as well.
Fuck this bag.
Fuck plastic bags.
A Paper bag would never attack me like that.
This is what I get for using plastic, I suppose.
Thankfully, nobody was harmed in this process. Not me, nor another driver. The bag, though, I'm not so sure about. I threw it out the window... it was attacking my face, for fuck's sake.