Idiocy

As I maneuvered the moving truck, I waited until the right was clear before merging – yet, some guy came barrelling up behind me, throwing a fit at me for getting in his way by honking extremely.

Of course, I slowed down further, not knowing what he planned to do with his volatility as he swerved wildly around behind me and decided he would speed past me on the right and then slow down in front of me.

Clearly, he wanted to make me angry and acknowledge how big he was for getting back at me. He wanted to engage me in the drama of his jacked-uppery.

So, I just leaned back and gestured big and bright as I kissed my hands to him and called, “I love you! I love you! I love you!” And, I kept smiling.

He hated that and needed to escalate further, so would speed up, then slow down, and finally put on his left turn signal, impatiently having to wait for other cars to pass to get into position.

Then, he slowed down with the passenger’s side open and lined up with me as I carefully eased by while his white girlfriend in the passenger’s seat stared glued to her phone in front of her, trying to not be seen.

Smiling with white-flashing teeth like the leaned-out pimp he was, he threw a crushed and sharp-disked can at me with an arced precision that let you know he had practiced this back home on the streets of his hood – and that he could “cut you good.”

It missed my window by not much and hard-crack-thunked into the cab wall next to it, but I kept smiling because he’d taken his shot – and I threw more big kisses while again shouting big and bold,”I love you! I love you! I love you!”