A few minutes ago I was in the parking lot looking for a spot. I came to an empty spot and didn't quite see it until I was too far forward to get into it. I would have backed up, but the SUV behind me was following me so close that I think his bumper was actually hovering over mine. I pulled to the side so that he would go past and let me back up to get to the spot.
As he drove past, I made a not-BYU-approved gesture at him. The man stopped his car and got out. Now he was an older man, late 40's probably, so I was a little surprised to see him respond with the "step up" attitude. I would normally have no problems shouting not-BYU-approved words at him, but when he got out of his car, so did the passenger: A dark-haired, sunglass-wearing man, about the size and shape of a refrigerator. He looked dangerously like a mob bodyguard from movies.
And so, I sat sheepishly in my car mouthing not-BYU-approved words and hoping that they would move on without making an example out of me.
4 comments:
So I'm taking it that the refrigerator guy didn't rage against your machine...seeing that you're writing this blog.
Glad to know that you got back safe and sound and still slightly not-BYU-approved.
So what happened? I feel like you left me hanging...
Yeah, sorry. The guys didn't come over, they just make "let's fight" signals at me. So, after I sat in my car making "please go away" signals, they got back in their car and left.
One time some scary gangster guy slammed on his brakes right in front of me on I-5 and then got out of his car trying to fight me. I was 16 years old, my friends and I were a little frightened. We just rolled up the windows and locked the doors until he kicked our tires and drove away.
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