Jericho: Lunar
Friday night I was exiting work. I was feeling good. I had my headphones on and I was walking to the parking lot to meet Steph.
As I approached the street, I noticed some moron had his far-too-large SUV in the middle of the crosswalk. Doofus was busy chatting away on his cell phone. Too bad he didn't spend as much effort on his driving. As I climbed around the behemoth, I muttered the word "Asshole."
Through my headphones, I couldn't hear idiot-boy's reply. However, his communication was loud and clear. I turned to see he was flipping me a rather blatant bird - still on his cell phone, mind you.
I don't know why I did it. Maybe it's the stress at work. Maybe it was the whole heart scare. Maybe it was the fact that I hate imbeciles with more money than driving skill. Whatever it was, I followed my first instinct in response to his birdy.
I dropped'em.
I chucked him a brown eye.
I totally dropped trow.
Right there, on Third and University, downtown Seattle. Right in front of my place of employment. I didn't care. I dropped'em, did a quick wiggle, and kept walking - never looked back. I don't know if he saw my ass or what his reaction was. I feel bad for the dozens of people who took splash damage from my attack, but it couldn't be helped - the guy deserved it! My fondest hope is that he got an awful eyeful.
You know how after a fight or any kind of confrontation, you always think of the perfect come back, far too late to actually use it. The French call it esprit d'escalier - "wit of the stairs". Well, I had that moment after this confrontation, only I couldn't come up with anything better I could have done! This was the perfect response to someone who wasn't worth my time to flip off.
As I approached the street, I noticed some moron had his far-too-large SUV in the middle of the crosswalk. Doofus was busy chatting away on his cell phone. Too bad he didn't spend as much effort on his driving. As I climbed around the behemoth, I muttered the word "Asshole."
Through my headphones, I couldn't hear idiot-boy's reply. However, his communication was loud and clear. I turned to see he was flipping me a rather blatant bird - still on his cell phone, mind you.
I don't know why I did it. Maybe it's the stress at work. Maybe it was the whole heart scare. Maybe it was the fact that I hate imbeciles with more money than driving skill. Whatever it was, I followed my first instinct in response to his birdy.
I dropped'em.
I chucked him a brown eye.
I totally dropped trow.
Right there, on Third and University, downtown Seattle. Right in front of my place of employment. I didn't care. I dropped'em, did a quick wiggle, and kept walking - never looked back. I don't know if he saw my ass or what his reaction was. I feel bad for the dozens of people who took splash damage from my attack, but it couldn't be helped - the guy deserved it! My fondest hope is that he got an awful eyeful.
You know how after a fight or any kind of confrontation, you always think of the perfect come back, far too late to actually use it. The French call it esprit d'escalier - "wit of the stairs". Well, I had that moment after this confrontation, only I couldn't come up with anything better I could have done! This was the perfect response to someone who wasn't worth my time to flip off.
posted by Jericho Brown at 9/26/2006 12:12:00 PM
4 Comments:
I did not need a mental image of your rear.
Still, well played.
"wasn't worth my time to flip off"
It was quicker to disrobe, aim, and redress than you can raise your finger? Damn, you're good!
Max - if I remember correctly, you have the full frontal burned into your brain...Jace flashed you in his robe the weekend of our wedding....if that image was gone...IT'S BAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! :P
Yeah, he doesn't remember that at all... I remember him telling me about it, though. Repressed memories can be fun!
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