Not So Bad

I'm feeling pretty low, but there isn't any reason for it. So I'm going to ignore it.

Things aren't so bad. I am. There's nothing wrong with the rest of the world, it's just me. That didn't come out right. I don't care though. I'll explain it later.

Today I was driving and these two disheveled California style surfer dudes in a Stang convertible pull up next to me. They're giving me the evil eye hardcore, and I have no idea why. We switch spots a half dozen times before I let them get ahead of me and turn off down a street I wasn't planning on going down. I don't know what those kids problem was, but it bugged me a little.

Not five minutes later I'm on my way into the office when I get stuck behind this old Chevy Cavalier moving quite a bit under the speed limit. The driver keeps pointing out the window like they can't figure out where they're going, and we're moving so slow I start to zone. Besides the old Spidey sense was tingling and I was doing my best to ignore it. It's really just one long road from my apartment to my office and there's nowhere to pass. So I keep hoping this car is going to turn off, but it doesn't. It keeps going and I keep going behind it. There's this girl in the backseat and a guy in a blue dress shirt sitting next to her. The first time I look at the car the guy is talking to the girl, five minutes later when I look at the car again the guy is staring back at me.

I'm trying to figure out if I was so zoned I was tailgating, or maybe I leaned against the horn. But I don't think so. Little boy blue over there was just staring at me for no reason. It kind of pissed me off, but I tried not to stare back. The car keeps putting its turn signal on...and then not turning off. So I ended up stuck behind them for the whole friggin' ride to my office. Something really bugged me about all that.

For some reason I've spent a good part of the day thinking about a burrito I had in May.

Yeah, I don't know, you figure out.