Him: I should drop you right here.
Me: OK.
There was a major flood in my area this weekend so traffic was routed in fronta my pad. This huge truck started blasting it’s horn like crazy in the early AM so I went out to ask him to stop.
Got pretty heated pretty quick and this guy just charged out of his truck at me. Think he expected me to run or something. Unlike last time, however, Heartgirl wasn’t around to remind me that I’m not 20 anymore. Per usual, told him that just cause I didn’t wanna fight, didn’t mean I wouldn’t.
The thing is that I can deal with loudmouths and a fair fight. What I can’t brook is a coward. This guy was plenty brave in his truck but less so outta it. Anywho, it ended up with him just doing a lotta shouting and then walking away.
HG told me I should have just called the number emblazoned on the side of his truck, which in hindsight woulda been the smart thing to do.
Man! Hate losing my cool. It’s embarrassing – how mucha my past I bring with me to my future. Even after all this time. Thought I outgrew this long ago.
Him: (walking away) If I wasn’t working, I’d kill you.
Me: Yeah, y’keep telling yourself that. Maybe you’ll believe it. I think you’re just a coward. (admin note: not actually the word I used).
Been meeting up with friends and clients downtown for breakfast a lot these days at a private club. It’s nice having a civilized cup of coffee undisturbed with the morning paper.
My buddy who owns my pad with me’s talking about selling it someday soon. Move out to the burbs and live a quiet life, if I’m lucky. But I’ll miss the little tings like this the most.
Suppose the honking horns and random chances of violence will be less missed.
Location: getting ready to head out
Mood: disappointed
Music: You remind me of a reason had by someone so many years ago
YASYCTAI: Enjoy the little things while you can. (60 mins/1.0 pts)
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6 replies on “Getting heated in NYC”
When u first approached him, did you try to calmly "lawyer-talk" him?
I actually did! But that proved to be ineffective. Ergo, his attempting to talk me to death.
You know, my mom once told me the folks who actually live in the city are actually much nicer as opposed to those who commute from the suburbs. She right? Or is this another of her stereotyping moments?
I'm not sure – there are a lot of really nice people in the city but there are also a lot of jerks. I think that with the sheer number of people in the city, you're bound to get more of each.
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