In general I am trying to keep this blog space (since I
re-booted it) on a positive level. Good
things, uplifting things, thoughts and feelings that promote a good train of
thought.
(For those that can read the French, I know I’m putting some
hate in here but I’m giving myself license to do that, because I want teach
myself to express real thoughts in the French language and annoyances let’s me
practice my verb negation)
However, sometimes someone I meet in the world does
something so bloody awful stupid, that I can’t help myself and I have to write
about it in my blog. I feel empowered to
do this because it is my blog, and positive philosophy or not, sometimes my
venting is more positive for me, than the message I’m in my story.
Bygones . . .
I go outside to my car tonight because I want to run a minor
errand. I need some juice for tomorrow
morning’s breakfast, and I’ve granted myself an indulgence; I’m going to get a
Big Gulp. As I step outside I realize
that its starting to rain. Perhaps my
chose of shorts was not the greatest.
However, I’ve gone the whole day unable to wear shorts, so I’m also
going to grant myself this indulgence.
Juice buying is relatively uneventful. As I went into the grocery store, someone had
just dropped a watermelon, so the dropper and three grocery store employees
were all working to clean it up. But
other than that (and getting a good price on the juice) the trip to the grocery
store was boring.
I come out and: Il pleut de cordes (the French version of
“its raining cats and dogs). I get in my
car and head south to the 7-11. I have
to stop at the first light and a mini van pulls up to my right. I think nothing of it because this is a minor
errand run, the rain is pouring down on the surroundings and I’m just not in a
gawking frame of mind.
The light changes and I hit the gas. Keep in mind I’m in my Mustang, so its
rear-wheel drive, I have a sticky clutch and its raining like its trying to set
a record. Not surprisingly I spin out on
the pavement. But it catches after a
second and I drive through the intersection.
Keeping in mind what has JUST happened, it should come as no surprise
that I’m keeping the acceleration to a minimum.
My car is a beast in the rain, especially heavy rain, so I have not
interest in drying like a banshee.
Mini-van Boy however seems to have taken mortal offense to
my minor spin-out then acceleration through the intersection. We get to the first curve, about 100 yards
forward, and he’s punching it like we’re in Indianapolis. He hits it so hard I actually can hear the
shift in his engine noise. He rockets
past me doing at least 100 km/h. This is
a 60 km/h zone, we’re on a curve, and its raining like the monsoons of
Bangladesh.
All of that I could probably stomach. But he pulls into my lane as soon as he’s
past, eases back on the accelerator and drives THE EXACT SAME SPEED AS ME.
I need a sign on each side of my car that says “I Don’t Want
to Race You”. Clearly some people don’t
understand it.
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