I accidentally cut off an ice cream truck driver in the way to work this morning.
The juxtaposition of happy ice cream music coupled with unbridled, turtle-pop waving, rage was quite surreal. For just the slightest fraction of a moment I thought I might be living in Twisted Metal, only I had the shitty car and a Mad Katz controller.
Slouch down, avoid eye contact, do not offer to buy a bomb pop, could end badly.
Shift lanes, Take exit, begin work day.
My life is weird when I’m up before noon.