I Saw Him Again
Well, today went just fine. Cat's in a snoot, had another computer scare (internet failed with much grading left to do), fixed said computer scare (found cat had unplugged modem, plugged it in and scolded cat), printed off story, added page numbers to story, reprinted story, went to school. On the way there the same bastard in the same red truck cut me off three separate times. Asshole. Honestly, it isn't like he got too far ahead of me, since he ended up behind me again repeatedly. Why zip if you aren't even any good at it? Class went well enough. And then I got out of class. That's when two things happened that really pissed me off.
I walked to my car, and got in, turned on lights, etc. I am in the habit of checking everything before I back out of a parking space. So I check things. It takes far less than a minute to do this kind of thing, it sure beats being halfway to the apartment before seeing funny lights and whatnot. Some kind of event was going on, which made parking scarce. I was backing out, slowly, since the idiot to my right was over the line on my side, and this set of headlights is coming at me. I growl, and scooch forward to let the guy pass, since he doesn't seem to be stopping for me. He honks at me. I shrug, and take that to mean he wants my space. Fine. I pull back out, but apparently, I'm not going fast enough, because he honks a few more times. I flip him off and go even slower. Yes, rudeness in action. Yes, I know the bastard was probably running late and was in a hurry. But I'm giving him my parking space, and the least he could do is be quiet about it. I finally get out of there, and feel generally angered at the world. It might be worth it to note that his car was a very dark color. I say this, because it proves that he wasn't the guy who followed me home.
I saw the smiling man in the white car again tonight. It was the same guy. Last time I lost him by making a few turns I don't usually make. This time, I was going in the other direction (I park somewhere else on Mondays, and go home differently), and he came up behind me and got too close for safe driving. He followed me down the street, put his blinker on seconds after I did, made turns right on my tail, and smiled. Just like last time. I felt the sudden urge to go to United Foods, and pick up some flaked coconut for a batch of cookies. He turned into the parking lot with me, and I sat there for a minute while he circled the lot and left. I spent a bit longer in the store than was needed to buy coconut, and asked the clerk to carry my bag of coconut out there with me, since it was dark, and someone was following me. He was more than obliging, and I made a few weird turns on the way home, just in case. I don't think I've felt quite this way in a while. I had been just leaving my blinds open for the light, but tonight I feel like closing them. I also feel like moving heavy furniture in front of my door, but I know when I'm going overboard.
Ah well. At least I have the construction worker next door to take my mind off of the smiling man. He's been taking woodshop classes, I'm sure, and has a power saw out in his porch area. I've heard it many nights. My dad has a workshop in the garage, and he takes his work out to the patio sometimes. But you know, he doesn't live in a crowded apartment complex, and he generally stops by ten or so. In fact, no one is really close to our house, so I doubt anyone would care how late Dad does his building stuff.
And I'd be lying if I said I really minded this guy. Right now he's hammering some stuff. He only uses the saw on weekends. It's kind of odd, but he doesn't irritate me with his noise. The fighting upstairs only irritates me when it sounds like it's coming to blows. She's sobbing, he's screaming, she's interrupting him with "I'm sorry"s that don't sound sorry. It gets old. I just want to give them a plane ticket to wherever they shoot Jerry Springer. I'd throw in a few pieces of raw meat and some duct tape, just to make sure they got on the show.
Well, there's still some grading to do, and I've gotten it out of my system, mostly. Ta.
End.
I walked to my car, and got in, turned on lights, etc. I am in the habit of checking everything before I back out of a parking space. So I check things. It takes far less than a minute to do this kind of thing, it sure beats being halfway to the apartment before seeing funny lights and whatnot. Some kind of event was going on, which made parking scarce. I was backing out, slowly, since the idiot to my right was over the line on my side, and this set of headlights is coming at me. I growl, and scooch forward to let the guy pass, since he doesn't seem to be stopping for me. He honks at me. I shrug, and take that to mean he wants my space. Fine. I pull back out, but apparently, I'm not going fast enough, because he honks a few more times. I flip him off and go even slower. Yes, rudeness in action. Yes, I know the bastard was probably running late and was in a hurry. But I'm giving him my parking space, and the least he could do is be quiet about it. I finally get out of there, and feel generally angered at the world. It might be worth it to note that his car was a very dark color. I say this, because it proves that he wasn't the guy who followed me home.
I saw the smiling man in the white car again tonight. It was the same guy. Last time I lost him by making a few turns I don't usually make. This time, I was going in the other direction (I park somewhere else on Mondays, and go home differently), and he came up behind me and got too close for safe driving. He followed me down the street, put his blinker on seconds after I did, made turns right on my tail, and smiled. Just like last time. I felt the sudden urge to go to United Foods, and pick up some flaked coconut for a batch of cookies. He turned into the parking lot with me, and I sat there for a minute while he circled the lot and left. I spent a bit longer in the store than was needed to buy coconut, and asked the clerk to carry my bag of coconut out there with me, since it was dark, and someone was following me. He was more than obliging, and I made a few weird turns on the way home, just in case. I don't think I've felt quite this way in a while. I had been just leaving my blinds open for the light, but tonight I feel like closing them. I also feel like moving heavy furniture in front of my door, but I know when I'm going overboard.
Ah well. At least I have the construction worker next door to take my mind off of the smiling man. He's been taking woodshop classes, I'm sure, and has a power saw out in his porch area. I've heard it many nights. My dad has a workshop in the garage, and he takes his work out to the patio sometimes. But you know, he doesn't live in a crowded apartment complex, and he generally stops by ten or so. In fact, no one is really close to our house, so I doubt anyone would care how late Dad does his building stuff.
And I'd be lying if I said I really minded this guy. Right now he's hammering some stuff. He only uses the saw on weekends. It's kind of odd, but he doesn't irritate me with his noise. The fighting upstairs only irritates me when it sounds like it's coming to blows. She's sobbing, he's screaming, she's interrupting him with "I'm sorry"s that don't sound sorry. It gets old. I just want to give them a plane ticket to wherever they shoot Jerry Springer. I'd throw in a few pieces of raw meat and some duct tape, just to make sure they got on the show.
Well, there's still some grading to do, and I've gotten it out of my system, mostly. Ta.
End.
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