Truck Bro Almost Ran Us Over Yesterday
I was walking out of a Goodwill with my mom, sister, and niece and some asshole in one of those massive pickup trucks that plague the US almost ran us over. We stopped, looked both ways, and started walking to our car when the truck came speeding down the row of parked cars like he was a NASCAR driver. And of course, he wasn’t even looking. My mom had to jump out of the way, she was mere inches from being hit. The guy turned around and saw us at the last second, swerving out of the way without taking his foot off the gas.
And he gave us the middle finger. The limp dick, sorry sack of shit in his giant pickup truck, black sunglasses, American flag waving asshole not looking where he was going gave us the finger, as if it were out fault.
I could rant and rave about toxic truck culture in the US, our over dependency on cars, awful city design that requires people walk through streets and massive parking lots to get anywhere, or the sheer lack of courtesy and common sense. But I’m just so tired. For the last year and a half I’ve been planning a move into an isolated cabin in the woods, and its encounters like this that are the reason.