Well, I just saw my life flash before my eyes.
Mom and I had been doing some shopping. I had been driving , but since I was just going to run into Tjmaxx to get a book, we switched places. We pull into the parking lot behind this massive truck, the kind of truck a guy buys when he's overcompensating for something. He drives past a parking spot and decides to back up. But he doesn't do so slowly. Of course not. He hits the gas. If it would have taken my mom another second to throw the car in reverse, well, he would have had to buy us a new car.
Thankfully I wan't driving. Thankfully there wasn't anyone behind us either.
So Truck Guy pulls into his precious parking space and gets out of his truck. If there was ever an embodiment of the term "tool", "douche bag", or "asshole", it was this guy. Tight white tshirt, jeans that looked more expensive than my entire wardrobe, and a backwards cap. He was completely unfazed. I don't think the tool even realized he almost hit us.
And to be completly honest, if we would have died four days away from seeing my best friend again, I would have been so pissed. I would have haunted truck guy for the rest of his life.
