The Scene: Target, Monday evening, 6:30pm. I am quickly running to pick up baby necessities - diapers, wipes, formula, and Diaper Genie refills - between piano lessons.
Description of Ass-Bag: late twenties, Tires Plus black polo shirt, black pants.
Initial Contact With Ass-Bag: I pull into the parking lot and immediately see a front row spot. I navigate to the spot and am ready to pull in when Ass-Bag whips his silver Camaro into the spot. I fume and park on the other side of his Camaro.
Continuing Contact: Ass-Bag and I are walking into Target at about the same time, although I am slightly ahead of him. He cruises ahead of me on his Wheelies, and I notice his cigarette hanging out of the mouth. Ass-Bag drops his cigarette into the receptacle as he wheels into the store.
Final Contact: Ass-Bag checks out ahead of me in line. He is buying Red Bull and a Slim Jim. Wheels out of store.
He's cool.
1 comment:
So I only have one question for this so called "major ass bag" was he driving the new body style camaro or the old school camaro?
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