March 15, 2004
Where's the beach, dude?
I spent over 3 hours in a meeting for work this morning. I get out of said meeting with my brains feeling like scrambled eggs. Over 12 people in a conference room all wanting this or that and that or this.
I get into my car and start to head for the office when I realize it is already 12:15. Lunch Time. So I decide to swing by a drive through on my way back. No time today for a sit down lunch. Lunch has to be to go.
I stop at a red light and I have a Toyota van in front of me. It has racks on the roof with 2 sailboards. Windsurfing. My mind just trails off to the beach. The feel of sand between the toes, the smell of the sea air, the sun, the wind gusting up little drops of ocean on me. I havent windsurfed in years. There's something about the silence of being out there on the bay on a board, with the wind playing it's music on your sail.
Lucky bastard I say to myself about the guy in front of me. He's heading out there right now, on his way to the ocean. What a life!
I roll down my windows to feel the day. It's windy. The guy is going to sail some great wind. Lucky bastard.
Suddenly I get a brief whiff of reefer. Damn it. This guy is smoking pot and he's on his way to do some major windsurfing. That must be one heckova ride. Lucky bastard.
I see some writing on the back windshield of the van. For a moment I'm thinking I would actually buy one of those windboards if he's selling them. I wonder what he's asking for them but I can't makeout the writing because it's in black and the trees are shading the glass.
The light changes and I pull off close to see how much for the boards. He moves passed the shade and I get to see the writing.
Do you feel safer after invading Iraq? I don't.
Sonofabitch. Stupidassmotherfickingreefersmokinghippywindsurfingfuckingbastard. I get so damn pissed I want to ram the back of his fucking van. Stupid fucking bastard. Here I am in the middle of my friggin work day, and having a bad one at that, and this guy is making some political commentary with a beatup minivan on his way to the fucking ocean for some fun in the sun.
How the hell do people like these make a fucking living? What about responsibility? What about all those things that come from being an adult?
I try to pull up next to the guy and make it just before the next traffic light. I pull up right next to him.
"Hey," I say to him. "I read the back windshield man."
"Yeah?" he says. I think he doesnt even know what the fuck Im talking about.
"You know, you are right. I don't feel much safer since invading Iraq," I tell him. He just smiles. "But I bet the Iraqi people do."
The guy's face goes beet red, the light changes to green and he takes off. And as I make my turn I see him giving me the finger.
I couldn't stop fucking laughing. The world really is full of assholes.
Posted by Val Prieto at March 15, 2004 01:49 PM
Comments
Classic.
Posted by: Patrick at March 15, 2004 03:33 PM
Kudos
Posted by: Headzero at March 15, 2004 04:23 PM
You see, that's just the sort of thing I'd think of saying long after the opportunity had passed. I can think up doozies, but always a few minutes (or hours) too late. Good for you! Aahhh, and to think he may enjoy his day at the beach just a tad bit less. ;o)
Posted by: Patty at March 15, 2004 04:56 PM
sounds like you don't believe in free speech, Val
Posted by: Brad at March 15, 2004 05:46 PM
Brad,
I didnt prevent him from making his point, I just made him realize how stupid his point really was. I mean, if your gonna advertise....
Posted by: Val at March 15, 2004 06:01 PM
NB: I assume that Brad is being serious. If not, then excuse this comment.
Oh brother, Brad. what planet did you just hop off? The dumb-ass can make dumb-ass statements all he wants. Val was excerising his right to speak his mind by responding to the dumb-ass. If dumb-ass didn't want his dumb-ass bumper sticker critiqued he should not have put it on his dumb-ass car.
In short, grow up Brad, you sound ridiculous, and I bet you're more intelligent than that.
Posted by: Patrick at March 15, 2004 06:41 PM
Patrick,
Had it been a Bumper Sticker, I probably would have let it go thinking something like "Heh. Here's another fool that lines someone elses pockets by buying a sticker with the message of the day."
But, his message was actually hand written with some kind of black grease pencil on the rear winow of the van.
What really incensed me was here was this guy, on his way to the beach, smoking dope, listening to tunes and apparently without a care in the world while the rest of the world around him is busy working and trying to better themselves, their communities and their own. People are dying so that he can live the life he leads. He's totally entitled to his choice of lifestyle and to his opinion, but I certainly wasn't going to let him pass me by without letting him know how I felt and MY opinion.
Posted by: Val at March 15, 2004 06:55 PM
Yeah, the sheer irony overload of anti-capitalist bumper stickers negates the message :)
Posted by: Ian S. at March 15, 2004 07:51 PM
How do they make a living? By selling pot, I would assume. Mostly to each other. Which means the money ultimately has to originate in the trust fund of those among them with inherited wealth, along with much of the lack of reality. Because they certainly are incapable of anything even remotely productive.
Bitch, bitch, bitch about your 3-hour meeting, Val. Meanwhile, YOUR elected representatives had me at work this weekend, and slaving over legislation until midnight last week. :-p
Posted by: Dave J at March 15, 2004 09:32 PM
Not full, but enough to make life interesting....
Posted by: Bill at March 15, 2004 11:38 PM
Priceless post and commentary. --s
Posted by: J.Scott Barnard at March 16, 2004 11:06 AM
Nice. I had some lady whip around me one day and she was pointing at me and yelling and generally acting like there was a swarm of bees in the car with her. I realized after she pulled off in her Volvo with a "No War For Oil" sticker that she had been behind me and seen my white oval-shaped sticker in my back window that says simply "GOP". Tee-hee-hee.....
Posted by: Jeff at March 17, 2004 07:24 PM