Three useless incidents He slams his fist into the steering wheel yells something at the car in front that failed to turn at an apparently opportune moment. I hear over my shoulder "FUCK YOU!" I turn to see the ubiquitous bird flipped toward a white car that just turned the corner. Returning to work at yet another intersection, a car swerves slightly, as if changing radio stations. The woman in the next vehicle leans her screaming ugly head out of the open window and nearly ass ends the "offender." Looking left, the long narrow snub nosed backhoe bucket digs another final dirt palace in St. John's. Keep up the useless rage useless emotion useless boil over blood pressure and palpitating heart, the backhoe operator has nothing but time and an open slot next Tuesday if you'd like to reserve now.