peeshypunk

Wow, someone's said "Fuck you" to me twice this weekend. Yesterday's was from that brash li'l Jr. Lenny Bruce, and today's was from a poor sap I was trying to help.
As I was pulling into the mall I work at I was at a red light. I noticed the pick-up truck in the lane to my left had an almost completely flat tire. So I stuck my head out the window (No use rolling down the window, though. About two weeks ago, some thoughtful anonymous fellow thought my van had one too many windows and hurled a rock through the driver's side. Oh, and tore all the posters down from inside.) and shouted out "Hey!" I saw the driver look over.
"You have a flat!!" I shouted atop our loud engines.
He rolled down his passenger's side window and leaned towards it and me; straining to hear.
"I said: You have a flat tire!!!" I shouted, yet again.
The man then shot me the face of someone who just found a log of dogshit on his carpet and screamed back "FUCK YOU!" and bolted down the street as the light had just turned green.
Sometimes I wonder.
On a cheerier note, having no driver's side window means no more accidentally tossing a cigarette butt out only to have it bounce off the window you thought was rolled down but was, in actuality, quite rolled up and having it land on your lap.