We've all been embarrassed by waving at someone who we thought was saying hello to us, but was really waving at the person behind us. Well a couple days ago I almost got beat up because of that.
I was going to lunch at Fuddruckers with one of my teens. When we pulled into the Wal-Mart parking lot (Fuddruckers is in the Wal-Mart area) I noticed my wife's car. I hit the breaks, pointed to the car and scrunched up my face asking myself "Is that really her car or is there another tan, hail-dented Corolla in town?"
As we rounded the row of cars I realized I was now pointing directly at a big-tough guy riding a Harley who was probably upset about my sudden change in speed and might have interpreted my scrunched up face as a sign of anger. I though "great, now I'm going to get beat up in front of a high school kid. Not cool."
I smiled and waved hoping a sign of peace would settle any hard feelings. While watching to see if he waved back I smashed into a shopping cart full of soda. The soda exploded into a fountain of fizzle while the shopper dove behind a parked Impala. Aarrrrg. But at least no one died this way; rather than stopping to pound my face in, the Harley guy just roared away laughing .
. . . . .
No, that's not how it really ended. After I realized I was pointing at the guy and giving him a funny look I turned around and drove to Fuddruckers. The motorcycle guy just went away.
I was going to lunch at Fuddruckers with one of my teens. When we pulled into the Wal-Mart parking lot (Fuddruckers is in the Wal-Mart area) I noticed my wife's car. I hit the breaks, pointed to the car and scrunched up my face asking myself "Is that really her car or is there another tan, hail-dented Corolla in town?"
As we rounded the row of cars I realized I was now pointing directly at a big-tough guy riding a Harley who was probably upset about my sudden change in speed and might have interpreted my scrunched up face as a sign of anger. I though "great, now I'm going to get beat up in front of a high school kid. Not cool."
I smiled and waved hoping a sign of peace would settle any hard feelings. While watching to see if he waved back I smashed into a shopping cart full of soda. The soda exploded into a fountain of fizzle while the shopper dove behind a parked Impala. Aarrrrg. But at least no one died this way; rather than stopping to pound my face in, the Harley guy just roared away laughing .
. . . . .
No, that's not how it really ended. After I realized I was pointing at the guy and giving him a funny look I turned around and drove to Fuddruckers. The motorcycle guy just went away.
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