So on my way to the grocery store tonight, I pulled out in front of a motorcycle. I wouldnt say I cut him off, but his headlight blended with the car behind him and he was closer than I thought. Once I knew he was there, I gunned it so he wouldnt even have to slow down. A minor offense, I think. But I felt bad and would have apologized if given the chance. When he took the same turn as me I started playing the are they following me game. Ive been legitimately followed only once in my life (way back in college) but it makes for fun driving. Two turns later, with him hanging back like he didnt want to be noticed, I was actually pretty sure he was following me. When he followed me into the parking lot, I was sure. I parked normally, got out and made like I was oblivious to his loud, throaty presence. He wore leather and was pudgy. He wore aviator goggles that squished down his curly, oily hair...and wore no helmet (Live Free or Die!). Our eyes met. He gave me a quick once over and circled me. I thought for sure the guy was going to stop and give me that chance to apologize, but instead, having clearly decided that I was not the small person he had hoped to vent at, pulled up to the stop sign and did this: youtu.be/NAHUK7koous True story.
Posted on: Tue, 26 Aug 2014 03:15:50 +0000
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