I’m in a long line at the drive-thru and to keep from blocking the parking lot’s intersection, I leave a little space in front of me. Trying to be courteous. That said, anyone with at least one working eye-ball could tell I was in line.
I’m sitting there watching the rain, thinking about whether I should get grilled chicken or just go for the double burger, when a work truck cuts in front of me.
I raise my arms in sheer disapproval, and he has the nerve to flip me off.
Not cool at all.
Since it’s raining, I realize the indoor line is probably short, so I pull into a parking space. I jog into the restaurant to find that the line is only two people long. Super stoked. After a short wait I have a yummy grease-bomb burger in hand. I get back into my car and see that truck dude is still in line. That alone feels good, but I really want him to know I got my food before him. Out of principle.
So I time out blocking him in as he exits the drive thru. Innocently, you know? Heh.
I should tell you that when I’m really happy in life … like really content in the moment, I laugh uncontrollably. I let it out like a suffocating pig gasping for breath. It’s a spectacle even without the sound effects.
I laugh that hard in front of this guy – the frowny-faced truck fucko – for about 15 seconds. His look of anger turns to confusion and settles into acceptance. I’ve had my moment – I’ve seen all shades of defeat – so I carry along and enjoy my goddam double cheese burger.