Visually assaulted in my car, while minding my own business
Here it is, after 8 p.m., and I’m still bothered by something that happened today.
I was driving my dog from therapy, to go to see my mom at the nursing home. Today is my mom’s birthday, and also my daughter’s birthday. It was a sunny crisp perfect October day. I needed to stop by Walgreens to pick up some stuff for my mom. That was what was going through my mind, while driving, as I heard an odd knocking sound. I still don’t know what it was, but suspect now that it was someone tapping on the side of his truck door to get my attention.
I looked over to the pickup truck in the left lane, which had a large ladder on the top, and the guy on the passenger side — I don’t even remember what he did or said at first. But he held out what might have been a stuffed animal, even though it looked like a real one. (I was thinking “road kill”.) The next time I caught up in my lane, he held the animal out the window, and wrung it’s neck for my benefit. The next time I caught up, he held the animal out the window with a battery-operated drill(?), as if he was drilling it into the animal’s head. I flipped him off, and didn’t want to encounter the truck again at the next red light. So I slowed down, to stay behind. I didn’t want to hold up traffic, so I pulled into a plaza parking lot, and came out a side street just to avoid him.
I guess he didn’t like some of my bumper stickers, which are pretty harmless.
I didn’t like his unwarranted and violent sense of humor, if that is what it was meant to be.
I didn’t like whatever message he was trying to send.
I was thinking “Joe Six-Pack”, “Red Neck”, and “He probably has a gun in his truck, too.”
Well, I thought more than that, but I’ll self-censor.