Giant Robot Store and GR2 News
(Art by spoon+fork.)
I was about to cross the street, far from the crosswalk, when I had to stop for a Jetta coming down.
It was moving just fast enough that I couldn’t cross the street but also slow enough that the driver wanted me to know he was holding me up on purpose.
I swept both arms to the left to suggest that the car speed the fuck up. To my amazement, the car turned slightly and bared down upon me. The sun was low and threw a glare on the windshield so I didn’t see Mrs. Angrywall in the driver’s seat until she was nearly on top of me.
“I thought it was you, Sean!” she yelled out the window.
“Hi, Mrs. Angrywall.”
“Can I give you a ride?”
“Where are you going?”
“Nowhere in particular.”
“You’re just driving around?”
She smiled and shrugged.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I said. “I don’t want to piss off your husband.”
“It won’t piss him off.”
“He looked pretty mad last time I saw him.”
“That’s how he gets from time to time.”
“I don’t know.”
“He’s out of town right now, if that really makes a difference to you.”
I shook my head and came around to the passenger side. I sat down and strapped myself in.
“Which way?” she asked as she let up off the brake.
“Go down to the third light, make a left.”
“Are you just going to go home now?”
“That’s what people do when they’re done with work.”
“No! The Americans go out and have fun in tacky corporate pseudo-pubs! Go down to Applebee’s or TGIFs!”
“I’ve never been to a TGIF! That’s for yuppies!”
“Do you want to go now?”
“God, no. What’s gotten into you, Mrs. Angrywall?”