I’m
driving down a huge city street going to meet my friends for sushi – I know,
sushi in the desert???? But they’ve promised me it’s delicious – and they’re
Bay Area transplants so I believe them.
I
notice a brand new shiny red huge pick-up truck in the third lane driving
erratically trying to get my attention. I glance over and notice a 40-something
year old white male, ugly expression on his face with his middle finger
randomly jabbing the air. I give him my “shame shame” sign that I don't think
he can see. A couple blocks later, he has managed to weave through traffic to
position himself next to me and is now leaning over toward his passenger's side
with his finger wildly poking the air as he attempts to glare at me, furiously
give me the finger, and keep from side-swiping the vehicles in the third lane.
He's the talented sort of fellow. He attempts to gun the engine and race around
me - quite a task in three lanes of heavy traffic. He can't manage to race in
front of me so he ducks behind me and approaches on my passenger side which
happens to be a right-hand turning lane. He is forced to exit the road as I’m
stopped at the light. He pulls into a parking lot at the corner, get's out his shiny
red truck, faces me sitting in traffic, grabs his genitals and hitches them up
doing some kind of little hop that I’m sure he's assured is macho and manly all
in one. I burst into gales of laughter so hard I can barely give him the peace
sign as traffic begins to move.
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