Oh, it's been way too long since my last post . . .
So, I thought someone was robbing my friend’s car Saturday night, and apparently I’m very polite just before I attack with a box of pizza.
My friend, A, had exited the Little Caesar’s Pizza before me, when I noticed a rump (not hers) sticking out of what I thought was her car. Now it was dark, and this car was a very similar color to A’s, and other than the color of the car, all I really noticed was that it was a man’s rump and shoes sticking out of my friend’s car.
My brain cries thief! and my adrenaline kicks into high gear.
I approach the supposed thief (keep in mind I’m carrying 2 boxes of Hot-n-Ready) and say, “Excuse me, sir?”.
Right about this moment, my brain also starts to notice details about this car. The interior is different from A’s car, and there’s a pair of humongous headphones hanging from the rear view mirror. And the gentleman is extricating himself from his car to face the person who’s addressed him.
Before he can fully exit the vehicle I mutter “sorry” and rush over to A’s car, where’s she’s been standing wondering what the heck I’m doing. (Apparently she and the guy made eye contact and had a silent “what’s she doing” “how should I know” conversation).
I jump into A’s car and tell her to drive (Drive, you fool!), and when we’re away, she asks what that was all about. I tell her “I thought he was robbing your car”, at which point she starts to laugh hysterically and says “That was the politest confrontation I’ve ever seen”.
So next time you hear someone say, “Excuse me” from behind you, make sure that you’re in your own car and not about to be clobbered by the pizza-wielding person who thinks you’re robbing their friend.