There's a particularly breed you encounter while stuck in traffic. Though to be fair, it's not so much that you only encounter them, rather they're the only ones your notice. I'm sure there's a whole world of normal, polite people attempting to move from point A to point B on the road, but when you're stationary in your car, for all intents and purposes, they might as well not exist.
But here are a few of the folks that do:
1: The Creepy Stare.
You're not sure which of you looked first, but now you can't stop looking and, evidently, neither can they. It's not because they're attractive or interesting, or for that matter even the gender you typically like to fuck, but something drew you to them. Maybe it's a universal imperative. Maybe your brain just likes to watch you squirm. Either way, morbid curiosity keeps you glancing.
2: The DJ.
While it's not entirely clear whether it's his musical tastes he's trying to show off, or just that his hearing has deteriorated so far he's needed to install the sort of speakers you only see in the military and on pimp my ride, doesn't matter. You won't fail to notice him. Typically blasting a rapper you've never heard of, he might as well be running the Jaws theme on loop because his approach is little other than a clue to hop in the emergency lane and try to get some peace and quiet.
3: Black People.
It's not that your racist. You're definitely not racist. You've got like three black friends. But you definitely noticed those guys two lanes over weren't white. Maybe they were just hispanic and tan. And it's a pretty nice car. There's nothing to worry about. But now you're wondering why you noticed them and why you'd think any of that and worrying whether that doesn't make you racist. Wait. Who locked the doors, rolled the windows up, and turned the music down?
But here are a few of the folks that do:
1: The Creepy Stare.
You're not sure which of you looked first, but now you can't stop looking and, evidently, neither can they. It's not because they're attractive or interesting, or for that matter even the gender you typically like to fuck, but something drew you to them. Maybe it's a universal imperative. Maybe your brain just likes to watch you squirm. Either way, morbid curiosity keeps you glancing.
2: The DJ.
While it's not entirely clear whether it's his musical tastes he's trying to show off, or just that his hearing has deteriorated so far he's needed to install the sort of speakers you only see in the military and on pimp my ride, doesn't matter. You won't fail to notice him. Typically blasting a rapper you've never heard of, he might as well be running the Jaws theme on loop because his approach is little other than a clue to hop in the emergency lane and try to get some peace and quiet.
3: Black People.
It's not that your racist. You're definitely not racist. You've got like three black friends. But you definitely noticed those guys two lanes over weren't white. Maybe they were just hispanic and tan. And it's a pretty nice car. There's nothing to worry about. But now you're wondering why you noticed them and why you'd think any of that and worrying whether that doesn't make you racist. Wait. Who locked the doors, rolled the windows up, and turned the music down?
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