punk vs. punk
January 21st, 2007
adventuresI was standing on the corner of Broadway and Thomas on Capitol Hill yesterday, waiting for a friend, when a car pulled up and stopped at the red light. The driver threw a Jack-in-the-Box cup out his car window onto the street, three quarters full of oreo cookie vanilla shake.
I walked a few steps over to the shake, picked it up, walked a few more steps to the car and said to the driver through his window, “I think you dropped this.”
He replied with the fuck-you honesty expected from a punk, “I didn’t want it.”
For just a moment I was struck mute. In retrospect, I thought up all sorts of great things I could have said, like “We don’t want it either” or “Let me throw it out for you”, which coupled with my action could have made a powerful point. But I was not so verbally inspired, and instead I silently tossed the cup full of milkshake through his still-open car window. I think this surprised him, and he fumbled with the cup like it was a live grenade, trying to avoid getting his milkshake waste all over the inside of his punk car.
I turned and walked away, and he of course threw the cup back at me. I think he called me an asshole. At least I only throw fast-food desserts on other assholes.
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