BRTTNEE

No, that's not a misspelling.

It is the personalized license plate of the latest in-bred, brain-damaged, Copiah County inhabitant who tried to murder me on the interstate this morning.  Dear BRTTNEE, I suppose, couldn't find time enough at home to finish getting ready and through her higher critical thinking skills thought it was a grand idea to put makeup on her face while driving 80 m.p.h. down the road.  Compact in one hand, powdered pad in the other, vanity mirror down in front of her face, neck craning to get a good look at what is probably a fair sized, but lopsided headbone.  All of this while tailgaiting, weaving, not maintaining her lane, lurching out in front of other sleepy and unsuspecting motorists.

I have some advice for you BRTTNEE, if you don't have the goddamn sense to get up a little earlier to get to wherever it is you go in the morning, then move close to your final destination.  Either that, or leave the face paint off until you get to where you need to be in such a damned hurry.  Attempting to murder your fellow motorists via your complete idiocy is unacceptable and you are lucky that we no longer live by the lawlessness of the Wild West.  You'd have been long since strung up a tree for being a menace to society.