to the asshole in the lexus

You know. The one that zoomed past me while I was waiting for the bus and summarily transferred the entire liquid contents of a muddy puddle from the gutter to me. Yeah. You, asshole. Not many of the people you splashed today can memorize the license plate of a car while it's still speeding away, but at least one of us can. 

The fat man walks alone. Your days are numbered, Lexus.