heh..been a while but...just had to pass this along...
Pynt and i were walking along Superior Street a few evenings ago on our way back to my place for an evening with the Simpsons. We were approaching the intersection of 10th/Superior/London when the light changed, allowing a minivan, followed by one of those GODAWFUL H2's, and a few other vehicles to go. Given my disdain for the garish presence of those things, I decided it'd be clever to excercise my right arm and...one, two, three...flip it the bird.
I didn't think too much of it when the guy driving the thing pulled into the parking lot of that medical center that sits on the corner, because Pynt and I had gone off to watch the cars down on I-35 for a couple of minutes. When we made our way back to the sidewalk (a couple of minutes later) the Hummer was still sitting in the lot. When the guy saw us, he pulled back out onto Soup Street. Doesn't go past us, like he should. He stops the 'car,' which causes a few cars behind him to have to stop as well. The guy rolls down his window and says "What's the problem, DUDE?"
"This is my problem" was my reply, pointing at the vehicle.
"What's wrong with it?"
"You're driving it!"
"What's wrong with it?!?"
"You're drving it!"
The altercation didn't go farther than that, but ended up with him using the canned "It's American Made," and "Get a job" retorts as he was driving away...I'd like to think he went home and cried about the whole affair. Had the convo progressed any further, I was going to point out that what he was driving was an expensive unnessecary piece of crap.
Now, I have also been thinking about the karmic ramifications of my actions that night, and other than infringing on his right to own one, and being a general nusiance (and perhaps conscientious voice) to his seemingly carefree existence...I can think of none that would adversely affect my life, other than the outside chance of meeting him in a bar one evening and having to defend myself from his bruised ego.
thoughts? Am I so wrong???
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