Stairway to heaven

Holy gridlock, the freeway was fucking immobile today; fuck you very much Captain James Cook. Hunched over the wheel like a seething ball of tritium, I came across a beat-up old Volvo with a "protected by angels" bumper sticker. As I passed the window I looked inside to see a middle-aged woman with crystals hanging from her rear-view mirror. I swear at that moment I wanted nothing more than to ram her car over the freeway bridge and watch it explode on impact. "Where are your angels now you stupid hippy bitch? Here's a hint, people who are stupid enough to believe in crystals and angles die poor and exploited."