I went to Starbucks tonight, where I finished Strieber's "The Grays." Later, in the parking lot, a teenager informed me that he'd watched someone key and ram my car, apparently under the impression that I'd infringed on his parking territory. The account was enraging; I tend to avoid nice people, let alone indulge morons in vehicular turf-wars.
I scoped out the damage, which seems confined to a couple scrapes on the hood. I stopped by a gas station on the way home and checked the tires, which look OK. At least, no obvious punctures.
I hate the fucking suburbs.
How nice. People suck. People are unhappy.
ReplyDeleteThe other day I backed into a pole that was too small to see from inside the car. Thing's not even a year old - the car AND the pole.
I have been wanting to read "The Grays" since it came out. Strieber I think nails the character of whatever that other consciousness is that impinges on our reality, even if he possibly makes a lot of it up. Book report?
The other day I backed into a pole that was too small to see from inside the car. Thing's not even a year old - the car AND the pole.
ReplyDeleteI did something similar a few months ago. I should have seen the pole, but I didn't.
I'll have a review of "The Grays" posted shortly. Not a bad book, although I didn't like it as much as "Majestic."
The same alpha-male dickheads can be found in the inner-city, Mac. They're everywhere.
ReplyDeleteThey sure are. Fortunately, they're fairly easy to handle the vast majority of the time. Observe monkeys engaging in dominance displays, and you see the technique at work.
ReplyDeleteI recently watched a couple of rednecks in their jacked-up pickup truck weaving through traffic, cutting every off. When they cut me off, I flipped them the bird. As luck would have it, I was directly next to them at the next red light. The guy flipped me the bird, and I laughed at him. He then actually opened the door of the truck and began to get out. I maintained eye contact and widened the smile on my face (it was an act -- I was actually a bit scared). He spewed a few obscenities (flung poo) and got back in the truck.