To the dumb smirking prick in the green kia soul who nearly hit my broken down Honda. Yes a Honda. In northville. You had no sense in getting out of your car. What were you thinking, whiny bitch. Some people pack heat, asshole. My regret is in not getting your plate so the police could have a chat. About your poor judgment. And the handful of drivers who honked their horn or tried to create another lane. You idiots. The car was broken down. Give me some room and figure out what hazard lights mean. Geez.