B3NN3TT
07-10-2005, 08:06 PM
I don't get this kind of stuff very often, oddly enough; it's funny enough to tell about.
I'm going home this afternoon and I'm pulling out of the gas station. There's the requisite Civic. It's powder blue, and has that ATROCIOUS Millennium-style rear bumper with all the horizontal vents in it, makes the car look like a hovercraft. Partially painted, of course. It has this poorly-aligned fart cannon sticking out from under the back bumper, with the classic black soot tracks all around it. The requisite white rims (it's times like these I really wish I had a camera phone).
So we go down the street a little while, and I'm assaulted by his fart cannon and unburnt fuel fumes, and I'm annoyed. I can hear every modulation of his gas pedal, and it's obvious he's torturing his clutch. And he's talking on the phone. We're coming to a light and I need to get in the left turn lane, while this douche is going straight ahead. And he's languishing halfway in and out of the lane I need to get into, oblivious to reality. I throw a few revs, and he looks up. I throw a few more and edge left, since I still can't fit into the turn lane, as he's partially blocking it. He finally notices I'm trying to get around him, and slips his clutch into a lane. I find my lane and gun it, breaking the tires loose as I pass by (kinda by accident, kinda not), trying to get to the light before my free green is gone.
I miss the turn arrow, so I have to stop. Straight through traffic goes on by, and this dude catches back up and goes by me. wwWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!, he stands on the gas; I figure he was probably trying to lay some rubber in return, but didn't have the clutch OR the horses. Just a lot of unrefined, ill-tuned noise.
Why is it that when a kid gets a Civic, all taste, brains, and common sense go out the window?
I'm going home this afternoon and I'm pulling out of the gas station. There's the requisite Civic. It's powder blue, and has that ATROCIOUS Millennium-style rear bumper with all the horizontal vents in it, makes the car look like a hovercraft. Partially painted, of course. It has this poorly-aligned fart cannon sticking out from under the back bumper, with the classic black soot tracks all around it. The requisite white rims (it's times like these I really wish I had a camera phone).
So we go down the street a little while, and I'm assaulted by his fart cannon and unburnt fuel fumes, and I'm annoyed. I can hear every modulation of his gas pedal, and it's obvious he's torturing his clutch. And he's talking on the phone. We're coming to a light and I need to get in the left turn lane, while this douche is going straight ahead. And he's languishing halfway in and out of the lane I need to get into, oblivious to reality. I throw a few revs, and he looks up. I throw a few more and edge left, since I still can't fit into the turn lane, as he's partially blocking it. He finally notices I'm trying to get around him, and slips his clutch into a lane. I find my lane and gun it, breaking the tires loose as I pass by (kinda by accident, kinda not), trying to get to the light before my free green is gone.
I miss the turn arrow, so I have to stop. Straight through traffic goes on by, and this dude catches back up and goes by me. wwWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!, he stands on the gas; I figure he was probably trying to lay some rubber in return, but didn't have the clutch OR the horses. Just a lot of unrefined, ill-tuned noise.
Why is it that when a kid gets a Civic, all taste, brains, and common sense go out the window?