If you're going to hit me, make sure you kill me 💜

if you're going to hit me, make sure you kill me.

not a request. a logistics preference. because surviving a fender bender means insurance calls, a rental car, three weeks of neck pain you'll pretend isn't there, and a claims adjuster named Debra who does not care about your timeline.

so if it's happening anyway, commit.

for the person who has made peace with the chaos of other people's driving and just wants efficiency about it. bumper sticker as dark joke, as small purple heart of acceptance, as one last piece of advice for whoever's about to rear end you at the light.

weatherproof. UV resistant. dishwasher safe. Debra still doesn't care.