I’d hoped it’d be a while ’till I made another one of these entries.

Today’s less than fashionable outfit.

This morning, I headed to the doctor for my yearly physical. Nothing too eventful there: fasting, questions, physical exam, needle poke and I’m on my way home.

By the time I got out of there, it was a little after 10:30, and since it’s a Monday morning, I figured there wouldn’t be many jerks out and about.

For the most part, I was right, but this guy needs to get a clue.

As I was crossing the street, a car drove behind me and a guy screamed at the top of his lungs at me.

No words, just “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” When I turned around, I caught a glimpse of a guy’s hand pounding on the back of the driver’s seat and could hear him telling the driver to go faster.

Really? What was the point of that?

Jerk.

And my day had been going somewhat decently.

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