“Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?”
– Walt Whitman
Well, I’ll tell you something, Walt Whitman. You probably shouldn’t speak to me after nearly running me down in your car that was speeding down the main road of our small village and then make the mistake of rolling down your car window to admonish me.
All fear left me. All inhibition left me. I was standing on the side of the road with my dog, a plastic bag full of poop (some of which I had accidentally gotten on my left thumb), and I was NOT HAPPY.
I shouted — Oh I did. The veins in the side of my neck popped out and most probably my eyes bulged a little too.
It was one of those times that felt really good but really bad all at once. But mostly really good.
8 thoughts on “A Friday Afternoon”
That made me laugh old friend and I can just imagine you doing it too! We were at the funeral of my Aunty Pat today, Mum’s sister and it was very sad and lovely at the same time. Thank you for making me smile on a bit of a bleak day. Xxx
Awww Debbie. Sorry to hear about your loss. I’ve sent you an email.
I’d say that selfish driver was jolly lucky not to be the recipient of a doggy-bag….
Andy said the same thing!
Good one, Dinah! That would have been terrific. Kimi, you must have flashed back to New York City! I did the same thing last year in the middle of the road, and used the big F word. FU FU. It felt good.
Sometimes the F word is so appropriate. (Of course I NEVER use it but I can only imagine…) 🙂
I’ve done the same thing numerous times when reckless drivers speed past me and my dogs. It’s an involuntary reaction, which isn’t such a good thing here in gun nut land.
The idiot was lucky you didn’t slap him 🙂 He deserved it. Well done you. Very well done.