The other day after I exited a store, I was walking to my car. It was parked on the far side of a pick-up truck (grey silverado, 4 door, Knox county, Nebraska) that the customer preceding me climbed into and started.
As I got closer, the back-up lamps came on as he put his Redneck Mobile into reverse.
He turned to look behind him. I was now directly in his line of vision. He applied pressure to the gas peddle and his Silver-sackless Truck slowly started to move.
While he was looking right at me now glaring at him!
I continued to glare while mouthing, “I’m walking here!”
I didn’t falter or slow my steps.
We continued to stare down each other until I reached my car door and inserted the keys. He had now backed completely out his stall.
I sat down behind the wheel and shut my door. I heard a honk. I looked over and there was Dickless giving me the finger. Without hesitating I returned the favor and even added “Fuck you!” to the exchange.
What a chickenshit. This guy had to wait until he and his limp dick were safely instead his truck and moving before “engaging” me in some unjustified road rage? In a word, the guy was Douche-arrific.
For me, I was pretty proud of the fact that even with sunglasses on, I had given that guy a complete mind fuck as well as a mental ball flogging.
Do not doubt the power of My Glare!
Geohde, maybe you can use this at your next Mother’s Group meeting.