Orleans punks...
Last night I was driving my girlfriend home and we passed a Tim Horton's. Apparently the cool thing to do now is to gather in large groups at the local Timmy's. Anyways, as we drove past it all the winners were looking at my car intently. I was flattered. I thought they were checking out my ride.
Turns out I was wrong.
Two minutes later I pull up to a stop sign and a car come flying around me and screetches to a halt in front of me and another comes right up behind me. A guy jumps out and walks towards me. I reached over and locked the doors. We weren't scared, more weirded out because of how abrupt it was. There was enough space for me to drive around the car that had stopped in front of me. If it had come down to it and I felt we were in danger I would have just run the guy over. It didn't
come to that. As he squinted at me he realised he had the wrong guy, said he was sorry and had the car move out of my way.
When I finally got to drop Christine off she suggested I go a different way. I beat my chest and grunted. Sean knows no fear!
So on my way back I pass the Tim Horton's again. They are all staring again. Two minutes later I see a car speeding up behind me while I'm at a light. The guy pulls up next to me. I had my window down in preparation. He recognized me and apologized again right away. He tells me the guy they are after has the exact same car. I have a silver Z24. A full quarter of the population has the same car. At least the thugs were polite when they realized they had the wrong person.
Turns out I was wrong.
Two minutes later I pull up to a stop sign and a car come flying around me and screetches to a halt in front of me and another comes right up behind me. A guy jumps out and walks towards me. I reached over and locked the doors. We weren't scared, more weirded out because of how abrupt it was. There was enough space for me to drive around the car that had stopped in front of me. If it had come down to it and I felt we were in danger I would have just run the guy over. It didn't
come to that. As he squinted at me he realised he had the wrong guy, said he was sorry and had the car move out of my way.
When I finally got to drop Christine off she suggested I go a different way. I beat my chest and grunted. Sean knows no fear!
So on my way back I pass the Tim Horton's again. They are all staring again. Two minutes later I see a car speeding up behind me while I'm at a light. The guy pulls up next to me. I had my window down in preparation. He recognized me and apologized again right away. He tells me the guy they are after has the exact same car. I have a silver Z24. A full quarter of the population has the same car. At least the thugs were polite when they realized they had the wrong person.
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