What can YOU say in six sentences?
He was a big fat man with man-breasts, and he came chugging across the dark Winn-Dixie parking lot. He was pushing a grocery cart, even though he only had three small white plastic bags in it. When he got to his car, he threw the bags in the back seat and then pushed the cart away, as if to say, “Not my worry.”
Well, it was his worry, and I jumped out of our truck and told him so in my war voice before returning his cart to the safe corral, putting it where it wouldn’t roll into someone else’s sheet metal.
I walked back towards him, continuing to give him a piece of my considerably pissed off mind because there’s such a thing as citizenship, dammit, which means you return shopping carts to the corral and you don’t park in a handicapped space.
Inside our truck, the Human Valium barely looked at me, and try though I might to justify my actions, my high dudgeon and sheriff-of-good-manners behavior, we both knew that I’d just “gone off” on the guy and probably needed to adjust my meds, right quick.