Are you for real?
I've been meaning for weeks now to tell you about a weird experience.
As I approached the post office, which is at kind of a funny intersection, I was cautious as usual, and it paid off, because a 25-year-old ex-frat-boy in a pickup ran a stop sign and would have hit me if I hadn't stopped (I didn't have a stop sign). The following conversation followed:
Me: beep! (apparently a mistake...)
Arrogant truck guy: [hands in the air and an expression that says, "What?"]
Me: You ran stop sign.
Him: What?
Me: There's a stop sign right there (pointing).
Him: Well if there's a stop sign there, where's it at?
Me: It's right there (pointing).
Him: Well where is it?
Me: It's RIGHT THERE! (I took care to point as directly as possible toward the stop sign which was about 10 yards away).
Him: If it's right there, where is it?
Me: [squinting to make sure I didn't imagine the stop sign]
Him: A lot of staring
Me: Whatever, I don...[interupted]
Him: That's What I Thought!! [drives off]
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Now what the h*** is that supposed to mean? This story happened months ago, but I didn't post it, because I started thinking I was going crazy, so I drove by and made sure the stop sign was actually there. And it was. So I don't know what arrogant truck guy's problem is, but I'm sure glad he didn't hit me. I hate to think what sort of story he would have come up with for the police/judge.
As I approached the post office, which is at kind of a funny intersection, I was cautious as usual, and it paid off, because a 25-year-old ex-frat-boy in a pickup ran a stop sign and would have hit me if I hadn't stopped (I didn't have a stop sign). The following conversation followed:
Me: beep! (apparently a mistake...)
Arrogant truck guy: [hands in the air and an expression that says, "What?"]
Me: You ran stop sign.
Him: What?
Me: There's a stop sign right there (pointing).
Him: Well if there's a stop sign there, where's it at?
Me: It's right there (pointing).
Him: Well where is it?
Me: It's RIGHT THERE! (I took care to point as directly as possible toward the stop sign which was about 10 yards away).
Him: If it's right there, where is it?
Me: [squinting to make sure I didn't imagine the stop sign]
Him: A lot of staring
Me: Whatever, I don...[interupted]
Him: That's What I Thought!! [drives off]
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Now what the h*** is that supposed to mean? This story happened months ago, but I didn't post it, because I started thinking I was going crazy, so I drove by and made sure the stop sign was actually there. And it was. So I don't know what arrogant truck guy's problem is, but I'm sure glad he didn't hit me. I hate to think what sort of story he would have come up with for the police/judge.
posted by Allan Friesen at 4:58 PM
2 Comments:
That's funny. When that kinda stuff happens to me I'm always too shy to *beep*. I don't want to upset the other guy.
Yeah, I usually don't bother. But this one was really kind of close, and I was afraid he'd hit someone else someday...but really it didn't do any good, I think.
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