Saturday, July 25, 2009
Abuse on the Access Road
Tracie and I headed off to Austin this afternoon to support our President and his Health Care plan, because...well...we need a health care plan, and even if the one he's proposing doesn't do everything I want it to, at least it's a start.
We hadn't even got on the highway yet, when a pickup truck pulled around and stopped dead, right in front of us. I stepped on the brakes right smartly, as I couldn't pull around him right away, due to cars in the other lane. It looked as if he had his emergency flashers on, but that only one was working. Either that, or he had his left turn signal on while he stopped in the right lane.
So, he was waving us around him, and I was shrugging and pointing to the cars in the other lane, that he could see in his mirror, just as I could. The cars went by, so I pulled out to go around this person who I thought must be having car trouble.
Dearly Beloved, Ladies and Germs, Lo and Behold, he started yelling and cursing at us, and shaking his fist!
Something about "Obama bitches," and "fucking Obama shit," and other things we couldn't make out as we gunned it out of there. We couldn't see him behind us, so I guess he must have turned off down Buffalo Gap, or whatever that street is called where Melanie and Holly used to live...but we were shocked! He was a young man, who obviously should have been slapped around a bit as a child.
Tracie said he was probably jealous because we had a nice little red Miata (with an Obama bumper sticker) and he had a 90s model champagne beige pickup truck.
It's not nice to cuss at ladies in sports cars.