Left work yesterday in an awesome mood, as it was my last day. Got pretty damn drunk. Ate wonderful kale as prepared by slightlysticky, and proceeded to head over to Mass Art to see Ariel's show.

On the corner of Centre and (some street), someone backed their car into my bike. I lightly banged his trunk, thinking maybe he didn't see me. He got out of the car and decided to get in my face for hitting his car. I'm still thinking that perhaps talking can settle things down, and the exchange goes something like this:

asshole driver: Why'd you hit my car?
me: Why'd you hit my bike?
asshole driver: You think you're cool hitting my car?
me: No, I thought perhaps you didn't see me as you were backing up, so I tapped your car so you'd notice.
asshole driver: I saw you.
me: Then why'd you back into my bike?
asshole driver: You think you're a tough guy?
me: No, I'm just a guy.
asshole driver: And if I clock you then you'll be just a bitch, won't you?
me: Doubtful.

...and he cold pops me in the face.

I start laughing, pull the pen off my hoodie drawstring (always there for Su Doku and asshole-driver-related situations), and write his license plate number along with the make of his car on my hand. He gets in his car and drives away, while I get handed a cell phone already dialing 911 by a random pedestrian.

Police send someone, I fill out my report, etc. and go about my evening.

Kind of hilarious.

The rest of the evening was drunken and enjoyable, though I did forget my iPod at work, so I have to head back there today to retrieve it. I'm currently eating breakfast, and then I have an interview at 12:30. Wish me luck!


also: http://boston.craigslist.org/mis/155465342.html