True story.
Monday morning. I’m driving to work. It’s raining. Hard. With 5 minutes left of my waterlogged trip, I realize my laptop is still at home. Fuck. Now I have to turn around and drive another 30-45 minutes in the rain because I’m paralyzed without that darned laptop.
I slow down to exit so I can head back home. Big Chevy truck to my right slows down. I slow down more. Truckhole slows down, too. WTF? I look over. In the midst of the downpour, he’s got his window down and he’s trying to talk to me. WTF?? He’s all smiling and trying to flirt. In a downpour. At highway speeds. Operating heavy machinery. In rush hour traffic. W. T. F. ? ? ?*
I speed up, jump ahead of the line and exit as quickly as possible. I just don’t understand dudes sometimes. Who does that? And what can the take rate possibly be on douche moves like this??
*I did consider the possibility that my taillights were out and he was just trying to be friendly and warn me about that, so I went home and checked. The lights are working fine.
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