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April 1st, 2003
April 1st, 2003
April 1st, 2003
April 1st, 2003
April 1st, 2003

[User Picture]12:04 pm - Gah... I'm SO glad my brain worked faster than his fists did...
Just got to work. This tall, lanky, middle-aged black guy was standing around in the middle of the only driveway leading into the parking garage at the business we were going to, and wasn't in any hurry to move. So mark revved the engine to make sure he saw him, and just drove in, giving the guy seriously ample time to get the hell out of the way since traffic was backed up to hell and back behind us.

Of course, the fact that he'd just a moment or two before had to swerve almost onto the sidewalk to avoid being creamed by someone else's bad driving had Mark in Grade-A Temper Flare-up.

Needless to say, said guy couldn't leave it alone and just get on with life, he had to storm over and start digging into Mark verbally in the style of a hip-hop rapper writing a platinum album... Needless to say, never have I been a fan of that style of music, least of all when it's directed at me or someone I know.

So I got out, and managed to deflect him at me instead, and managed to state, quite flatly, what I thought of him without caring for rhyme or reason to what I said, just cadence and rhythm in as parade-ground cut-to-the-bone as I could manage without raising my voice once.

I was holding my phone in my hand the whole time on the expectation that Mark would be able to get into the Elevator, and the guy would take a swing at me and I'd have to deal with it. Thankfully, I slipped into the elevator instead as the door was closing.4 commentsLeave a comment
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