FOR KATE LEE: (I HOPE YOU LIKE IT YOU ASSHOLEFACE)
Today I was sitting in close-knit traffic at the intersection of Route 30 and Edgell Road, pointing westward in the middle lane, as I was about to take a left to swing in front of FSC on my way home from wherever I was coming from at the time. Per usual, as of recently, I was blasting Frank Zappa with the windows down (due in part to the recent string of unexpectedly-nice weather, doesn't Winter last forever or so I thought?). I then proceeded to take a quick look around, at which time my head snapped left. Sitting in an old, red pick-up truck was a gentlemen who I placed around ~60-65 years of age, who clearly also belonged at the helm of motorcycle. He was doing the same thing as me out of the window on the passenger seat that he was sitting in. You know, CHECKIN SHIT OUT. What happened then nears the top of the list of SHIT I DIDNT EXPECT TO HAPPEN:
Our sunglasses made bullshit visual contact, and out from this hefty behemoth's shifty-eyed face a-cometh, "ZZZZZZZZAPPAAAAAAAAAA", and right at that point the traffic started to dissipate and the vehicle he was in was well on it's way, taking that left-based U-Turn back on to Route 9 East, and I headed home.
Our sunglasses made bullshit visual contact, and out from this hefty behemoth's shifty-eyed face a-cometh, "ZZZZZZZZAPPAAAAAAAAAA", and right at that point the traffic started to dissipate and the vehicle he was in was well on it's way, taking that left-based U-Turn back on to Route 9 East, and I headed home.