To Mr. Asshat** in the decked out Expedition:
You saw my family pick out that little Christmas tree. You were standing two feet away when my daughter claimed her tree. You were even closer when we paid the Rotary man for said tree. You couldn't have missed hearing Dan tell me he was going to go get the car to load up the tree.
Then - when our backs were turned picking out a beautiful balsam fir wreath you totally jacked our tree.
You know what you did because you threw it in your truck and got the hell out of there in less than 2 minutes.
See Mr. Asshat you didn't steal the tree from me - you jacked it from my 5 year old daughter.
That's why, Mr. Asshat - you are indeed an Asshat.
Suck my butt,
**Thank you to Dad Gone Mad for the awe inspiring term - Asshat. You rock.