What is wrong with 'The Brick' (the post below)

The Brick is a chain letter send by email to warm your heart and make you reflect upon your busy self.

The story starts with some young executive traveling a bit too fast down a residential street in his Jaguar supposedly being mindful of darting children.

First young executives do not drive Jaguars and if some asshole is bombing down some residential street, he doesn't give a care about some little chunk of rift raft darting out in front of him other than the damage to his vehicle that it would cause. The story only mentions that he's watching for kids so that you don't think that he is a horrible person. The problem with that is: he's a horrible person.

Then a brick crashes into the car's side door.

Whoever threw that brick should be signed to the NFL, hitting a moving target with a brick, that's a good arm.

So the guy jumps out of his car and grabs the first kid he sees.

No pompous asshole is going to get out of his vehicle in a neighborhood where his car just got hit by a brick and start to accost little children. He would get hit with a brick in the head.

And supposedly, he says all of these things that nobody in the whole would would say in such a situation. Only a very poor and unimaginative want-to-be writer, who lives in a deep deep whole away from all interaction with other humans would convey such a steaming pile of horse shit dialog.

Blah Blah Blah.

I can't continue.

I've made myself even dumber for just reading it.

I'm sorry brain.

I'm sorry eyes.