I was driving my parents old 1992 toyota corolla because my car was in the shop. The car is not running very well. I was driving and had the windows down because the car did not have an air conditioner. When I was stopped at a light, a mercedes G wagon pulled up right beside me. This car had a pre islamic revolution iran flag on it. They had their windows down and they were blasting music. In the car was a bunch of persian chads and stacies. I was embarrassed that they saw me in this hunk of junk. They did not notice me, but the driver turned his head and saw me in the corolla. The dude started laughing and then everyone else in the G wagon was looking at me. I was just staring at them, because I was envious of the lives that these people had. Light turns green and they floor it, while my corolla struggles to get moving. This is the shitty life of an incel. I seriously wanted to ram the corolla into their g wagon because fuck them, but I realized I would not do any damage.
