1. Scene one occurred last weekend, I think.
So I’ve two more incidences whereby strangers would spit towards my direction. One was at the 99 Ranch parking lots. As I was turning a left from the narrow road for the delivery trucks into the front entrance of the store, a large, dark-colored SUV with a pale-faced, female behind dark sunglasses proceeded from out of nowhere without stopping at the stop sign to my right hand side.
I made a half-hearted scream with mouth wide open to show my surprise at her inconsideration, applied my brakes somewhat suddenly without the whiplash effect for my parents as passengers that day and to avoid the Mercedes Benz E-430 from being side-ended by her impending approach. As we parked at the left side of the disabled ramp, I saw through the rear view mirror that entity spit out her driver’s window somewhere between my right rear end and the car parked next to my right.
After putting the transmission to park, I of course opened the driver’s door and flicked her off subtly upward. I don’t think she saw my action nor did my parents but maybe some pedestrians making their way into the shopping cart section located in the front of the store.
2. Scene two occurred this morning.
After shopping at Orchard Supply Hardware for two pepper plant, one tomato plant, one white OSH bucket to replace ‘Paw’s broken one, one potting soil and one micronutrient pellets in a plastic bottle (and leaving without finding ‘pansies’ for ‘Squirrel’), ‘Maw’ and I went home to plant the threesome. The tomato has a new home between the fence and the ‘kumquat’ tree. Planting that one was easy since the very dry soil was rather loose for shoveling a nice hole.
The pepper plants found their new homes in the front of the house where the tall, 6 foot, white-colored rose bush has been located for the past thirty years. The soil was rock hard and I had to water the soil to a muddy mess before I could make a couple of nice holes for placing the plants under the full sun. The first one was near the garden hose; while the second pepper plant was near the front door.
As I was trying to hose down the sidewalk from dried rose petals and some mud leftover from my digging, I heard a single, but very loud hocking sound emanating from the long stretch of road to my left side. The sound originated from within a dark green, four-door sedan and, y’all guess it, a pale-faced, dark-haired entity behind dark sunglasses. I couldn’t cuss out loud at the agent due to ‘Maw’ sitting patiently on the cream-colored, folding chair near the front door.
Author’s thoughts: So you see folks, those special gifters who survived ‘permanent’ damage by these rear-ending assholes are very lucky to be alive to tell their stories about nefarious activities on their very lives. For people like me, I too am not immune to TPTB and their minions, whose continued effort is to triangulate nearby my home. To date, I am sad to report that there continues to be NOTHING (like my empty bank accounts) but pure hatred from evil demon-seeds, like these spitting agents.
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