TROY
Excuse me sir.
TAXI GUY (rolls down window)
yes.
TROY
You know, the people of this community do not really appreciate all of the, well, unnecessary horn honking.
TAXI GUY
What do you want me to do about it?
TROY
Well, perhaps, instead of honking your horn, you could go up and ring the bell.
TAXI GUY
Why don't you shove your bell up your ass.
TROY
Certainly, right after you get off yours and ring it.
(here I turn and start walking away, briskly)
TAXI GUY (opens car door and gets out)
get back here you little shit. who the hell do you think you are? i got your bell for you, you son of a bitch!!!!
TROY (still walking ... briskly)
yikes.
i'd like to say that i'm not typically this confrontational. truth is, i'm not confrontational at all. but man is there a lot of horn-blowing in my neighborhood and man does it drive me nuts. so i thought it might be theraputic to actually try to curb the issue. in the end i almost got therapy, but physical therapy rehabbing my broken kneecaps was not exactly what i was shopping for.
furthermore, you'd cry if you saw this guy. he was ancient and i sure as hell didn't think he was going to get out of his car to pick a fight with a guy half his age. on his behalf, the guy's got plenty of fight left in him. he ain't exactly short on obscenities either (the above is a mildly watered down version of his true tirade).
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