Rodnboro
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Spending other people's money, helping someone shop for a Big Green Egg for her husband.
Great choice. I got mine last Christmas.
Spending other people's money, helping someone shop for a Big Green Egg for her husband.
Just got home from Church. Good thing I went to church. I'm still steaming a bit about this one. Was coming home and happened upon a slower moving car, out of state on our back roads, I'd go slower too. Some one came flying up from behind, and followed me so close that I couldn't see his headlights through my rear view mirror, and I drive a corolla which is about as low to the ground as you can get. Turned onto the access road to our lake community, as with the last two turns, he didn't use his turn signals but was able to stay very close to my back bumper. On the way to the gates (we have an electronic gate) I brake checked him, which obviously pissed him off more. Once inside the lake he followed us, the car in front pulled off and I eventually pulled off to let him pass, but he pulled in behind me. So I proceeded to the next intersection, pulled over again, and he followed right behind me. I exited the car and went to see what his issues were. It was the brake check. I informed him of his close following which he denied. At that point his young soft peachy face appeared to have a bullseye on it, but I held back. 1) my youngest son was in the car and 2) I just witnessed a wonderful service about what tomorrow is really about in the religion I follow. I turned around and ignored his rantings and derogatory language, got back into the car, and drove the rest of the way home. He eventually peeled off and went another way.
In the driveway my son asked me why I didn't punch him and just walked away. I said "Son, sometimes it just isn't worth the satisfaction to prove to someone you are right. I knew I was right and that is all that mattered, plus I didn't want to ruin our Christmas by being in the police station all night. And I think I was about 100 lbs bigger than he was, and that's not a fair fight, he might have gotten hurt".
Of course, if you know me, I'd never hurt a fly. Only way I'd hurt someone is sitting on them (I'm about 230 lbs). He was actively talking so I think he was a bit more scared than I was, I was more worried about a concealed weapon, which is the best reason not to get out of the car. Just didn't want to drive home so he'd know my address or have to drive around the lake until he became disinterested since a-holes can be really stubborn, like me.
Off to another service, I think I need it...
Just got home from Church. Good thing I went to church. I'm still steaming a bit about this one. Was coming home and happened upon a slower moving car, out of state on our back roads, I'd go slower too. Some one came flying up from behind, and followed me so close that I couldn't see his headlights through my rear view mirror, and I drive a corolla which is about as low to the ground as you can get. Turned onto the access road to our lake community, as with the last two turns, he didn't use his turn signals but was able to stay very close to my back bumper. On the way to the gates (we have an electronic gate) I brake checked him, which obviously pissed him off more. Once inside the lake he followed us, the car in front pulled off and I eventually pulled off to let him pass, but he pulled in behind me. So I proceeded to the next intersection, pulled over again, and he followed right behind me. I exited the car and went to see what his issues were. It was the brake check. I informed him of his close following which he denied. At that point his young soft peachy face appeared to have a bullseye on it, but I held back. 1) my youngest son was in the car and 2) I just witnessed a wonderful service about what tomorrow is really about in the religion I follow. I turned around and ignored his rantings and derogatory language, got back into the car, and drove the rest of the way home. He eventually peeled off and went another way.
In the driveway my son asked me why I didn't punch him and just walked away. I said "Son, sometimes it just isn't worth the satisfaction to prove to someone you are right. I knew I was right and that is all that mattered, plus I didn't want to ruin our Christmas by being in the police station all night. And I think I was about 100 lbs bigger than he was, and that's not a fair fight, he might have gotten hurt".
Of course, if you know me, I'd never hurt a fly. Only way I'd hurt someone is sitting on them (I'm about 230 lbs). He was actively talking so I think he was a bit more scared than I was, I was more worried about a concealed weapon, which is the best reason not to get out of the car. Just didn't want to drive home so he'd know my address or have to drive around the lake until he became disinterested since a-holes can be really stubborn, like me.
Off to another service, I think I need it...
Listening to U2 Achtung Baby and realizing I really need to invest in a new pair of headphones.
Oh, enjoying the dregs of a Diablo Rojo, very nice at 19+ months.
And probably especially so if you lived in Seattle.
So the question begs, did you live in Seattle at some point?? I would have loved to, but they'd never get me out of the fish market...
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