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Parking Lot Tomfoolery
So, I'm getting ready to back out of my spot after class when I hear a horn out of nowhere. This girl in a little volkswagon rabbit is honking and cussing at me.
Volskwagon Girl: Cmon you slow ass redneck! I'm gonna be late to class!
oh, so just because I'm driving a pick-up means I'm redneck (for the record, I'm a hillbilly, thank you). Oh, oh no.
Me: Maybe you should have thought of that before and left earlier. There are plenty of other spots to choose from, go choose.
VG: Move out of the fucking way you fucking cunt!
Oh hell no!
I rev my engine, flip into reverse and slam the gas. I stop within mere inches of her front bumper. She screams and freaks out.
Me: Well now, you're gonna have to move first hon, or else my 4x4 truck is gonna have to drive up on you for me to back out of the spot, which would cause you to be even more late for your class. Your move sweetheart!
She immediately backs way up and my leisuzerly way out of the spot. I caught up with campus security on my way out and reported her. Turns out, she doesn't have the parking permit for that lot, so her car was then promptly towed.
Red means Go?
Sitting at a stop light, with one of those left turn only signals. I'm in the lane next to the turn lane, waiting. The turn lane turns green, while ours stays red. I hear honking from behind. A middle-aged woman is glarring and honking at me. She rolls down her window and starts yelling at me.
W: What the fuck is wrong with you, go!
Me: *pokes head out the window* Unless you're color blind, you have no excuse. I will go when the magical signalling box tells me to.
The light turns green shortly after that and I mosey along.
Wipeout....Almost
This weekend, it was raining. A lot. I'm on my way to my hometown when we get to a sharp curve in the road. This is the time I realize that I'm hydroplaneing. I attempt to slow down by letting off the gas until the car finds traction, but the curve comes up fast and I nearly spin out onto the shoulder. I get to stop sign and park for a bit to calm down. Then, someone comes speeding up behind me and nearly crashes into me. He waves his arms flicks me off before he speeds off ahead of me.
So, I'm getting ready to back out of my spot after class when I hear a horn out of nowhere. This girl in a little volkswagon rabbit is honking and cussing at me.
Volskwagon Girl: Cmon you slow ass redneck! I'm gonna be late to class!
oh, so just because I'm driving a pick-up means I'm redneck (for the record, I'm a hillbilly, thank you). Oh, oh no.
Me: Maybe you should have thought of that before and left earlier. There are plenty of other spots to choose from, go choose.
VG: Move out of the fucking way you fucking cunt!
Oh hell no!
I rev my engine, flip into reverse and slam the gas. I stop within mere inches of her front bumper. She screams and freaks out.
Me: Well now, you're gonna have to move first hon, or else my 4x4 truck is gonna have to drive up on you for me to back out of the spot, which would cause you to be even more late for your class. Your move sweetheart!
She immediately backs way up and my leisuzerly way out of the spot. I caught up with campus security on my way out and reported her. Turns out, she doesn't have the parking permit for that lot, so her car was then promptly towed.
Red means Go?
Sitting at a stop light, with one of those left turn only signals. I'm in the lane next to the turn lane, waiting. The turn lane turns green, while ours stays red. I hear honking from behind. A middle-aged woman is glarring and honking at me. She rolls down her window and starts yelling at me.
W: What the fuck is wrong with you, go!
Me: *pokes head out the window* Unless you're color blind, you have no excuse. I will go when the magical signalling box tells me to.
The light turns green shortly after that and I mosey along.
Wipeout....Almost
This weekend, it was raining. A lot. I'm on my way to my hometown when we get to a sharp curve in the road. This is the time I realize that I'm hydroplaneing. I attempt to slow down by letting off the gas until the car finds traction, but the curve comes up fast and I nearly spin out onto the shoulder. I get to stop sign and park for a bit to calm down. Then, someone comes speeding up behind me and nearly crashes into me. He waves his arms flicks me off before he speeds off ahead of me.
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