“Hey! Guy in front of me!”
Yeah, that’s probably not something I want to respond to at 2:30 in the morning in the drive-thru lane. I’m figuring the guy yelling it is somewhere on the high side of a blow into a breathalyzer, and it’s better I just pretend I don’t hear him.
“Hey! You! In front of me! Don’t act like you can’t hear me!”
Oh, joy, this is not looking like a good time to be stuck between the car in front of me, and the one behind me with the guy who’s probably feeling no pain.
I’m really not sure what to expect, as I was in my pickup, not my car. My car has a couple of LGBT related stickers on it, but the truck does not, so I knew i most likely wasn’t about to be gay-bashed, but I really was wondering… maybe it was the Obama magnet on the bed-mounted tool box? Maybe it was someone who recognized me from a blog posting? Why is this guy yelling at me in the drive thru?
I really didn’t expect what happened next.