Sometime, people, sometimes....
I was running a few errands on my lunch break and got caught waiting for a very very long, very very slow freight train to pass. I started to drift off to some mental happy zone after something like the 45th car until a flurry of motion caught my eye.
The little car next to me was occupied by a man around 50, dressed in a suit, looking professional... or at least under normal circumstances he would have been. We were not dealing with normal, here. This guy was fuh-REAKING out. He was gesticulating madly, flailing about, shouting and tossing assorted gestures at the train, which clearly was inconveniencing him. Train rage?? Actually this went far beyond mortal rage to full-on apoplexy with a side of mental.
He went on and on and got redder and redder and I just kept staring in fascination. He looked like maybe he was doing a weird in-car combo of Thriller's zombie dance, the electric slide and the tarantella. By the time the last freight car rumbled past, I was making bets with myself on whether he'd have a stroke or piss himself first.
As he hit the gas and squealed away, I see that his license plate holder advertised him as a Parrothead AND he had a Grateful Dead bear sticker on the bumper. Hold up, here... most followers of either are known for genial mellowness. That certainly did not match up to the image of him furiously dancing around in his car seat like Rumpelstiltskin on PCP.
Clearly he needs to spend a little more time in Margaritaville.
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Either something serious was going on in his life, or he really does need to return to Margaritaville. :)
Weird what you see when you look around, isn't it?
Oh my.
Was he possibly singing along to a song on the radio? I know I look very strange when I'm singing along and trying to dance while I drive....lol!
no, he was definitely freaking out. some of those gestures were unmistakeable!!
Clearly needs more time in margaritaville......
Some people are weird.
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