Driving to do some errands tonight I was annoyed at one stoplight by the car behind me weaving around, pulling up in the non-lane next to me, and then speeding ahead of me as soon as the light thought about turning green, leaving me to contemplate it’s sporty back side (complete with words, which I never did get around to reading, decalled onto the rear windshield).<\/p>\n
“Stupid car,” I thought, “But whatever.”<\/p>\n
I went to the co-op for milk, and then drove the couple blocks to the other grocery store in town (because the co-op doesn’t sell regular old fruit juice). But as I got out and locked my car, screeching tires made me look up and jump out of the way as THAT CAR careened into a space across from me.<\/p>\n
“Man,” I thought, “That guy’s going to kill one of these little old ladies or the little old men onto whose arms the little old ladies are clinging.” (Ok, I admit, when I’m thinking in my head I don’t worry that much about keeping prepositions away from periods, but you get the idea.) (And yes, there were more little old couples than usual this evening, probably because after today we’re heading into a stretch of “dangerously cold” weather the like of which hasn’t been seen in this state in 3 years.)<\/p>\n
I wasn’t in the store long. I just had to pick up juice. And soon I was handing money to the cashier, taking my change, and … the guy behind me was so eager to move into the check-writing spot by the cashier that he accidentally (I hope) kicked the bottom of my foot as I moved away!<\/p>\n
Now, I’ve had a pretty bad day, with only a couple of hours of un-bad-ness in the late afternoon, so I admit that I gave him a withering “that was un-called-for” look before going out to my car. He never saw me look at him. Seconds later, the offending guy (dressed to the nines, I might add) emerged from the store and hopped into his sporty little car, complete with white lettering (which I still hadn’t read) decalled across the rear windshield.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Driving to do some errands tonight I was annoyed at one stoplight by the car behind me weaving around, pulling up in the non-lane next to me, and then speeding ahead of me as soon as the light thought about turning green, leaving me to contemplate it’s sporty back side (complete with words, which I … Continue reading Un-Sporty-Ness<\/span>