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Tony's Kansas City
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- April 30, 2006 Pretty good weekend, though busy. Got "into it" with some dude in a huuuge truck Saturday night. See, the center lane on any highway is my lane. Consider it the TKCGirl lane, if you will. And yep, even if you won't. Usually I'm rollin' the speed limit, possibly a few miles over but nothing insane. Since really, there's no reason to go faster than that, the left lane isn't necessary most of the time. Right lane has too many people to avoid, coming off the ramps or doing the Please Don't Notice I'm Inebriated crawl. Usually. People constantly pass me on the right. Anyway, that's what Big Truck was doing, and as he passed I happened to glance over. It was one of those skinny little early-20-something dudes who always overcompensates by buying a Big Truck. You've seen 'em. Despite the fact that the highway was fairly dead at 10:30 pm on a Saturday night, he went ahead and flipped me off anyway. I did what I always do in this situation: smiled and waved. He sped on. JoCo plates? Ah yeah, baybee. Did I mention the almost completely vacated highway, I-435 northbound, with nothin' but room? Very, very roomy. Big Truck went ahead and cut me off, anyway. Since I'm fairly non-confrontational, I slowed down. He slowed down. I switched to the slow lane, so did he. When I got down to 55 and he was still right in front of me, I whipped out the cell, put it to my ear and flipped the overhead light on (pretending to call 911. Yeah, I'm cheesy). I dropped back to 40, and so did he for a few seconds before finally exiting at 87th. It was a little odd, I thought. I know I didn't cut him off or anything, so ... weird. Maybe he was upset about other things. Daddy didn't make his Big Truck payment this month, or something. |