Pacing
Last night I was driving home from motionparallax's place. On Big Bend, a pickup started pacing me. You know what I mean? When a guy pulls up exactly even with you in the next lane and drives your exact same speed? So he can look at you or whatever?
Well I don't like that. I find that menacing and frightening.
So I didn't acknowledge in any way that I knew he was there. And then I put my finger in my nose and started digging.
He fell back.
YEAH! That's what I THOUGHT!
(I am one classy broad!!)
Well I don't like that. I find that menacing and frightening.
So I didn't acknowledge in any way that I knew he was there. And then I put my finger in my nose and started digging.
He fell back.
YEAH! That's what I THOUGHT!
(I am one classy broad!!)