Brave Sir Robin Ran Away!
"Bravely ran away away! When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled..."
Okay, that's enough of that. I had a lot happen to me this weekend, both mentally and physically, but I'm going to need to relate it, bit by bit. Here's one for you.
The most striking event happened last evening, as I walked home from my friend's house after watching Identity. I took a shortcut through a well lit alley that connects my street and hers, which is slightly dodgy looking, but safe enough. The alley cuts between an apartment complex, a grade school, an empty lot and a bunch of houses. I was carrying a bag containing a pint of ice cream (cookies and cream...yum) and a bottle of Snapple lemonade. If anyone wanted to mess with me, they'd have to mess with my swinging bag of justice! Anyway, I was about halfway down this alley, when a car pulled into it up ahead of me. Cars use that alley when they want to bypass Connecticut Avenue to look for parking in the neighborhood, so I was not surprised by the car. I was surprised when the driver floored the gas pedal to rapidly speed through the alley and directly at me, since I was still in the way, although I quickly moved to the side. The driver never slowed down, never seemed to care that there was someone else in the road, and needless to say, I took exception to his lack of care. So as he drove by, I exclaimed (not too loudly, but firmly), "you bastard!"
SCREEEEEEEEEECH!
I guess he had a window open on his beat up old, beast of a car. I saw his bright, white reverse lights go on, heard the tires start to spin against the gravel, and found myself faced with a choice.
Naturally, I waited for the car to come back, where I saw the disheveled, drunken man's irate face. He said, "Hey fuck you, fuckface!" So, I broke his mirror with my foot, and told him I could do the same to his ugly mug.
No, wait, umm, actually, I sprinted out of the alley. I didn't know what he might do. I didn't know if he had a gun. I didn't know anything about him, except that he was a bastard. So, I didn't look back for at least 30 seconds, and found that he had tired of the game...or was going to drive around and come back. Either way, I was almost home.
That was a strange little event though. I never got to use my swinging bag of justice! Then again, I didn't get into a fight with some bastard in an alley either, which is an experience I can live without.
Posted by Mr. Eff on 11/03/2003 || link
