I must start this with I've had a very very long day. Been at it since 5:00AM this morning. Now after a day that could only be described at crappy my husband takes my daughter Gina and me out to an early dinner. Pleasant meal, good waitress and an all most pleasant drive home. That is until we came to a red light along the way. We stop for said red light and this guy in an older pick up pulls up right next to us and stops before making a right turn. Now I had my window down just wanting some air and this goof ball lets out this horrifying hack that damn near scared the crap out of me.
I look over at him and he has his eyes locked on me for some reason and opens his door and, how do I put this delicately, well let's just he left what I would call a large nasty wet spot on the pavement. I tuned my head before he finished this act and was spared the awful sight. I did glance back over at him after he had finished his expulsion and he was still staring at me. I have no idea why because I certainly didn't know him.
Now for the reason for this little horror tale. This idiot proceeds to gun his engine burns a little rubber as he makes his turn and suddenly boom. His tail gate pops down with this big ban and instead of his loud and speedy getaway or whatever this goober would call such an act ends up having to quickly pull over and get all the crap he had in the bed of his truck back into it and as we made our left hand turn. My husband, daughter, and me were laughing our asses off as he was picking stuff up out of the road looking like an even bigger idiot than he already did.
I promise that the next time I write something it will be about the journey into this whole writing thing but I had to share this one.