The other night Rob and I were sitting in our car in a parking lot. No, we were not making out. We were actually jamming food down our throats. Anyway, all of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I see something fly by my side of the car. At first I thought it was a dog, but then there was a loud BANG! Yeah, as in something just hit our car. And then… I look out my window and I can see some dude’s legs just sprawled out next to the rig. I was totally freaking out, because I have no idea why this guy is laying on the ground. Did he pass out? Is he dead? So I’m screaming, “Rob, there is some guy laying on the ground next to our car! Do something!” And Rob takes another bite of his taco. Hello, there is a guy that might be dead right out the car door!
Anyway, the guy finally jumped up. Apparently he crashed on his skateboard and smacked right into our car. He looked really embarrassed, so I didn’t bother rolling down my window and being like, “Dude, are you alright? You hit our car pretty hard and scared the holy shit out of me.” So weird!
And speaking of witnessing random acts… While driving somewhere yesterday I look at the lady in the car next to me and she’s wearing a plastic glove (like the ones you wear if you work in the restaurant business) on one hand; the hand that is holding her cigarette. The hand that’s on the steering wheel is glove free, so I can only assume that she either 1) doesn’t want to yellow her fingers for vanity purposes or 2) is a secret smoker and doesn’t want people to find out from her nasty ass yellow fingers. People freak me out.