I’m driving down a huge city street going to meet my friends for sushi – I know, sushi in the desert???? But they’ve promised me it’s delicious – and they’re Bay Area transplants so I believe them.
I notice a brand new shiny red huge pick-up truck in the third lane driving erratically trying to get my attention. I glance over and notice a 40-something year old white male, ugly expression on his face with his middle finger randomly jabbing the air.
I give him my “shame shame” sign that I don’t think he can see. A couple blocks later, he has managed to weave through traffic to position himself next to me and is now leaning over toward his passenger’s side with his finger wildly poking the air as he attempts to glare at me, furiously give me the finger, and somehow managing to keep from side-swiping the vehicles in the third lane.
He’s the talented sort of fellow. He attempts to gun the engine and race around me – quite a task in three lanes of heavy traffic. He can’t manage to race in front of me so he ducks behind me and approaches on my passenger side which happens to be a right-hand turning lane. He is forced to exit the road as I’m stopped at the light. He pulls into a parking lot at the corner, get’s out his shiny red truck, faces me sitting in traffic, grabs his genitals and hitches them up doing some kind of little hop that I’m sure he’s assured is macho and manly all in one.
I burst into gales of laughter so hard I can barely give him the peace sign as traffic begins to move.
