In the supermarket today, picking up coffee and cold medicines
-- apparently Thursday mornings are when all the grannies go shopping. Gridlock with shopping carts, the works.
Anyway as I'm waiting in the checkout line, a driver outside starts reversing from their parking stall without looking behind, and the car he's about to hit starts honking. This slows the driver down but not enough to make him stop, so more honking. All of a sudden, the grannies in the store watching start chanting "Road Rage! Road Rage! Road Rage!" -- like it's a touchdown at the Friday night game and they're the cheerleader squad. Funny, in a wierd kinda way.
High point of the day
Anyway as I'm waiting in the checkout line, a driver outside starts reversing from their parking stall without looking behind, and the car he's about to hit starts honking. This slows the driver down but not enough to make him stop, so more honking. All of a sudden, the grannies in the store watching start chanting "Road Rage! Road Rage! Road Rage!" -- like it's a touchdown at the Friday night game and they're the cheerleader squad. Funny, in a wierd kinda way.
High point of the day