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Someone might be listening...
Last week I was coming out of my bank to get into my car. A HUGE truck had parked alongside me on the driver’s side. It was one of those monster pickups with extended cab (front and back seat) and a LOOOOONG bed. The whole thing looked to be 2 city-blocks long (and 10 feet high!)
Anyway, I was talking to myself (I had just had some unpleasant news about my finances) and as I approached the vehicles I stepped off the sidewalk into the parking lot and noticed these gigantic tires. I muttered to myself “F*cking big wheels,” then when I had to lean to my left to get around the mirror on the truck’s passenger side, I muttered again to myself, “F*cking big mirror.” Then as I unlocked my door to get in my car, I muttered again to myself, “…on a big f*cking truck.”
Well, I got in the car and inserted my keys in my ignition when I hear a “Hey!” Since I thought the parking lot was void of people, I ignored the call thinking it was coming from the street. Besides, by windows were rolled up making it more difficult to determine where the voice had come from. When I looked in my outside rearview mirror to back out, I noticed someone was looking down at me from the truck’s cab (which seemed to be twice as high as were I was). I was rolling down my window at this time to get a better look behind me and this Freeper said, “Dude, you got a problem?” Apparently, he had heard me. He was sitting in his truck with the windows cracked, but since the truck had tinted glass, I didn't notice him. He couldn’t have been more than 5’6” or 5’8”, maybe 150-160 lbs, but the image struck me as hilarious: he was wearing a baseball cap that looked to be 2 sizes too big for him. All I saw was a huge, long monster pickup with a diminutive driver wearing a baseball cap a couple sizes too big. I thought, "Man, you need to grow into your cap and truck!"
I pointed at him and burst out laughing hysterically! The Freeper must have thought I was crazy for he just backed out of his space and drove off without saying anything else. I wanted to say to him, “Yeah, I’ve got a problem! I don’t like people eavesdropping on conversations I have with myself!” The whole incident reminded me of a Monty Python meets "Hee-Haw" moment.
Anyway, the moral of this story is be careful about what you mutter to yourself, even in a parking lot, for someone might be listening. I must say, though, that even if he challenged me to a “trial by ordeal” (you know, a “fight” because I insulted his prized possession), I probably would have said “Bring it on, freeper,” and duked it out right there on the bank’s property. As I indicated earlier, I was a little upset over some not-so-happy financial news and am getting just a little sick and tired of the American Freeper/Fundie Mentality. Those two unpleasant experiences in combination gave me a kind of “f*ck it all, let’s dance” mindset.
But in closing, freepers can sure be touchy about their trucks…
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