Floridian standoff

After our usual (he plans very well), morning of YouTube, hard black coffee, a spliff and selling off some flailing stocks, we headed to the gym (he likes to go at 11 sharp). Apparently Bobby only gets picked up when I go but I get picked up every time. Now in saying that, just because the average age is hitting the upper 80’s does not deny it’s nice to feel you’re still looking pretty good.

Next is the shopping, anything I put in the basket needs approval or don’t think it’s going back home, then the extortion that I like to call the American postal system. To post anything back to Australia, is ridiculous, so it costs more to send it than the item is worth.

Finally heading home Bobby slows a little at an intersection for a small black roadster style car to merge in which he couldn’t because even though his car was the size of a flea he needed the space for a b-double semi trailer to merge. So Bobby waits patiently and he finaly slips in only to give Bobby the bird for what I would say is a rather extended version of what should have been sent.

And then comes the following scene, Bobby decides to follow the small car / big ego dude and give him a little bit of his own back. We follow further down the highway onto what becomes a suburban area (But Florida is a mesh of suburban sprall and industrial / commercial hell) then the black bubble car, AKA small car big ego dickhead turns left into a dead street so Bobby turns right into the street opposite, which is also a dead end. He looks into his rearview mirror to notice Dickhead was also doing a uturn and then both cars stop and just sit staring at each other.

I decide I don’t need to be invloved and somehow putting my hat and sunglasses on would achieve this. Also, the hot sun shining in on me seemed to inflate the already tense moment.

Finally, after what seems like an hour of these two sitting still in their cars staring at each other in suburban wonderland, I can’t take it, people have guns here. Bobby is now a 6’4 body of pure muscle & gym fulled energy and a little bit of anger thrown in.

Does this other guy have a gun or is he just stupid?

Either way I beg us to leave and forget this happened but then the tool has to make it worse by taking photos of us, are you serious? Fair dinkum mate….

Some days I just feel safer in a country with no guns because guns suck and so does road rage.