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Afunny thing happened to me on the way home today...
Preface: A few of you know me personally. Thanks to my parents' genes, I'm not a tiny guy (6'8", 268) or a fat slovenly guy either.
Story:
Driving home from a haircut on Cedar toward Apple Valley, when this yo-yo on his cool hyperbike (missing fairing pieces, helmet strapped to the seat, wearing his cycle gloves and work shirt with BRANDON emblazoned on it...) screams up behind me and passes me on the right at 100+, just ticks from my rear bumper. This is during heavy, pre-rush hour traffic. He's cool, you know.
I continue on my way and when I approach the second stop light, I move over into the right turn lane and who do you think I get to pass, about 10th back from the front at the light? Why, it's BRANDON again. I use this opportunity to inform him of my "approval" of his antics and as I pass him, I shout "IDIOT!" out the driver's window while smiling
I stop and turn.
As I turn, I see him trying to "text" me with his middle finger. Obviously, he wants to thank me for my commentary and I respectfully return his greeting - happy that he enjoyed it so much.
It is at this point, Brandon decides to follow my lead and avoid traffic. In no time, he's directly behind me on the side street. [I'm going to get a coke at AV McDonald's and I think that Brandon might want to join me] At the first stop sign, Brandon pulls along side of my passenger window and looks in from behind his goatee and sunglasses and begins to speak. I politely roll down my window and am greeted not with glowing praise but with impolite and disrespectful language!! I was SHOCKED.
He informed, in grunting tones, that he was displeased with my comments and asked me if I wanted to be the recipient of physical harm. Again shocked, I repeated that he was acting irrationally.
At this point, BRANDON promises to "teach" me something if I only were to pull over. Being a friendly guy and always being open to learning new things, I comply. Did I mention that I was driving in my '97 Civic 4-door at the time? I call it Irony.
So, BRANDON stops behind me and quickly hops off of his motorcycle, taking steps toward my car. Enthused, I step out of my car to greet him. Strangely, BRANDON's posture suddenly changes along with his facial expression. He stops walking toward me, so I continue walking toward him with my arms in the "questioning" position. BRANDON is suddenly at a loss for words!
I'd guess him at 5'8" 160. I question his antics and he responds with "you're an idiot!". I told him that he was an idiot to drive like that. He responded again with name calling and told me to keep my opinion to myself. I then posed a question: "What would you like to do about it?"
He had nothing to say but to call me an idiot. He then hopped on his "bike" and rode away pulling a wheelie....
I wish you guys could have seen Mr. Tough Guy when I stepped out. It reminds me of this
Story:
Driving home from a haircut on Cedar toward Apple Valley, when this yo-yo on his cool hyperbike (missing fairing pieces, helmet strapped to the seat, wearing his cycle gloves and work shirt with BRANDON emblazoned on it...) screams up behind me and passes me on the right at 100+, just ticks from my rear bumper. This is during heavy, pre-rush hour traffic. He's cool, you know.
I continue on my way and when I approach the second stop light, I move over into the right turn lane and who do you think I get to pass, about 10th back from the front at the light? Why, it's BRANDON again. I use this opportunity to inform him of my "approval" of his antics and as I pass him, I shout "IDIOT!" out the driver's window while smiling
I stop and turn.As I turn, I see him trying to "text" me with his middle finger. Obviously, he wants to thank me for my commentary and I respectfully return his greeting - happy that he enjoyed it so much.
It is at this point, Brandon decides to follow my lead and avoid traffic. In no time, he's directly behind me on the side street. [I'm going to get a coke at AV McDonald's and I think that Brandon might want to join me] At the first stop sign, Brandon pulls along side of my passenger window and looks in from behind his goatee and sunglasses and begins to speak. I politely roll down my window and am greeted not with glowing praise but with impolite and disrespectful language!! I was SHOCKED.
He informed, in grunting tones, that he was displeased with my comments and asked me if I wanted to be the recipient of physical harm. Again shocked, I repeated that he was acting irrationally.At this point, BRANDON promises to "teach" me something if I only were to pull over. Being a friendly guy and always being open to learning new things, I comply. Did I mention that I was driving in my '97 Civic 4-door at the time? I call it Irony.
So, BRANDON stops behind me and quickly hops off of his motorcycle, taking steps toward my car. Enthused, I step out of my car to greet him. Strangely, BRANDON's posture suddenly changes along with his facial expression. He stops walking toward me, so I continue walking toward him with my arms in the "questioning" position. BRANDON is suddenly at a loss for words!
I'd guess him at 5'8" 160. I question his antics and he responds with "you're an idiot!". I told him that he was an idiot to drive like that. He responded again with name calling and told me to keep my opinion to myself. I then posed a question: "What would you like to do about it?"He had nothing to say but to call me an idiot. He then hopped on his "bike" and rode away pulling a wheelie....
I wish you guys could have seen Mr. Tough Guy when I stepped out. It reminds me of this
Captain Obvious reporting for duty.
True. Trust me on this one, he would not have been able to ride for some time had me made a single flinch. I'm not a guy who seeks a fight, but I NEVER get out of my car for a confrontation without being extremely ready to thump somebody.
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