Stewie’s not-so-good day
Was sitting at a red light here in Braddock Beach. Minding my own business. When BAM!
A VW rear-ends me.
Mom was with me, and all her aches and pains.
I was calm. Looked in my mirror and thought very long and hard about throwing Stewie in reverse and flooring it.
Of course, my car is made of plastic and held together with gum bands and dreams. No match for that tank. So I threw it in park and stomped back to this fool.
Horns honking. The light was green. Good for them.
This dumbass didn’t even bother reversing. Or getting out of the car. Or reacting other than to say, “Are you really doing this?”
I said an apology would have been nice. But you’re no real man. So yes, we are doing this.
He insisted his foot slipped off the brake. I said, “Onto the gas? Why the hell were you so close to me that it would matter?”
Long story short, Stewie is fine. Mom is fine. I got his plate and told him not to be in people’s back seats.
This reminded me of being 19 and getting bounced in Wilkinsburg, Pa. The guy got out of his car and screamed at me to get back in mine. He was no doubt armed. I complied.
Not this time.
This guy trailed me by a good mile after I drove away. Hope he thinks next time. I bet he will. He’d better.
I was truly not looking for more reasons to hate it here. But they sure do seem to keep finding me.
