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mandolinI am a mean, mean person.
On the way back from the Giant across the street (I walked, it was safer in the snow), I noticed a red truck going a tad too fast down Chatham Road. I suspected it was the same driver who likes to FLY out of the court at 40 mph in the morning when I'm trying to back out and honks at me. So when s/he made a left into the apartment complex, slipped, bumped up against the curb and stopped in dead shock ("OMG my invincible tank skids!") I commented, "Wheeeee!" from my safe vantage point on the sidewalk on the other side of the street.
(The driver and truck were fine, I'm not that much of a bitch. But I noticed that the truck proceeded into the complex very slowly. I wouldn't have cheered had anything or anyone been damaged. I think the driver's ego was bruised, but that doesn't count.)
Still, I am mean. I hope for the driver's sake as well as mine s/he makes the turn out of the court at a normal speed tomorrow morning.
Must go get laundry, which means braving cold stairwell. Oh, well, here goes nothing..
On the way back from the Giant across the street (I walked, it was safer in the snow), I noticed a red truck going a tad too fast down Chatham Road. I suspected it was the same driver who likes to FLY out of the court at 40 mph in the morning when I'm trying to back out and honks at me. So when s/he made a left into the apartment complex, slipped, bumped up against the curb and stopped in dead shock ("OMG my invincible tank skids!") I commented, "Wheeeee!" from my safe vantage point on the sidewalk on the other side of the street.
(The driver and truck were fine, I'm not that much of a bitch. But I noticed that the truck proceeded into the complex very slowly. I wouldn't have cheered had anything or anyone been damaged. I think the driver's ego was bruised, but that doesn't count.)
Still, I am mean. I hope for the driver's sake as well as mine s/he makes the turn out of the court at a normal speed tomorrow morning.
Must go get laundry, which means braving cold stairwell. Oh, well, here goes nothing..
