On my drive home from a long day at work, I might have cut over into a long line of cars (at the last minute) to make the exit off the Beltway 8, onto the 249. The somewhat attractive man in the paper licensed plate (as in near brand new) Corvette shot me both his middle fingers. Alrighty mate.
What are the odds that we cross paths again this same evening? Is it a basic rule of life that two assholes reunite? Doh!
I sit down at my favorite wine bar, and I recognize him immediately, sitting two chairs away. He appears to have no idea that he shot me BOTH middle fingers less than twenty minutes ago. I hold the advantage of having seen him in my rearview mirror as he shot me his fingers. There is also the fact that I saw him park his overpriced sports car near me in the parking lot, while I was fielding one more work call.
As I sit down, I notice that he looks me up and down. I am not offended, nothing wrong with looking at someone, and I am wearing old jeans, a baggy shirt and clunky saddles. In my head, he is now nicknamed Angry Corvette, Angry C for short.
I cannot help but ask Angry C, “How was your day, sir?”
He is so thrown off by someone speaking kindly and asking how he is doing that he does not know what to say. I find myself wondering, “What is Angry C’s story?” I seriously doubt that some blonde chick in an Audi, cutting him off in traffic, is what really drove him to shoot me BOTH middle fingers.
Life goes up, down, and sideways. We all have our good days, our okay days, and our bad days. I am going to put my laptop away, and take Angry C up on the drink he just offered me. Is he offering me a drink because he realized that he just flicked me off in traffic with BOTH FINGERS, or is offering to buy me a drink because I was kind enough to ask how is day was? I don’t know, let’s see what is up with Angry C.