Saturday, February 23, 2002

So I'm driving back home from church after the small group meeting and some hardcore pingpongin'. ("we'll only play for 15 minutes" she said.) I'm driving down Brookhurst, not far from church, almost at the Orangethorpe intersection (before McDonald's), and the guy on my left STARTS COMING INTO MY LANE. Now, it's not like he was ahead of me or anything. In fact, he was RIGHT BESIDE ME when he started changing lanes. Good thing he was slow, 'cause I managed to get out of the way in time to avoid a nasty collision.

Holy bejesus I was so flabbergasted I couldn't even honk. He obviously didn't check for cars before he started turning, and he didn't even put on the blinker. I think he was scared, 'cause he stayed far behind me after he changed lanes. I gave him "the look" (you know what I'm talking about) through the rearview mirror, and left him in the dust.

Forgive me Lord, for sometimes I can't help "the look."

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