So today, I want to ask my male readers to explain a scenario for me.
I'm riding home on a pushbike, when 2 hotted up Holden Commodores speed past.
Out of the back window of the 2'nd car, is hanging a young guy, about 18, wearing a Von Dutch cap, and a Stussy tee shirt.
Not a vintage Stussy tee, but a new one, 8 years too late.
And he yelled at me.
He yelled "Get a car, ya fuckweeeeet!!!", and then, as he roared past my face, he actually yelled "Wooo-hooo!!!"
Woo-hoo indeed.
I raised the obligatory middle finger at him, and the four guys in his car, and in the car in front could have easily turned around to take issue with it.
But they sped up, and roared towards Flemington/Moonee Ponds.
Things I don't get:
- Why am I a fuckwit for being conscious enough to ride 13 kilometres a night to work?
- How is it tough/exciting to yell from a speeding car?
- Who actually says "Woo-hoo!", anyway?
- How can he face his friends after acting like such a gimp?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not cut up about it...I was laughing at this kid while he did it.
Besides, it happens every night.
So if you guys can reach back into your testosterone and beer fuelled adolescences, I'd really appreciate it.
I might even say "Woo-hoo!"...
...though I doubt it.
This is knifey, from 'the internet'.
9 comments:
Where there any little girls in the car? Or, any little girls nearby? Or, any little girls, anywhere, that they could tell this story to?
I was a little girl once, if that lends any credibility to this topic, and I know what stories the little boys saunterd up with in order to be wicked hella cool. Of course, all sweaty and praying to god that SOMEONE would touch soft spots with them. Or, at the very least, flash them. That would be cool too.
No little girls anywhere!
I loved this - "wicked hella cool".
I might call my firstborn son that actually.
If they had've pulled over, and this kid came up to me and said "You're a fuckwit, and I'm gonna bash you", I'd admire his gumption.
I'd still send him to the hospital for the next 3 years, but I'd admire his gumption.
But to woohoo some guy on a pushbike as you roar past in the back seat of your mates car? What's with that?
And also- even HE didn't have a car! He was a passenger! How soft and homo is that?
Actually, "soft and homo" would be a good name too.
"Hello Reverend, these are my boys...'wicked hella cool', and 'soft'n'homo' They both want to be rappers when they grow up, like Debbie Harry.".
I'm actually laughing, I don't do that often, at the thought of you naming your first born son, "wicked hella cool!"
Picture the scene:
"Hey, wicked hella cool, clean up your room, yo. Don't make me ask you twice or I'll re-name you, woo-hooing back seat homo, and you don't want that man. Not impressive for the ladies."
I love it.
Shit, gotta run to work.
big kisses hon.
I would if you weren't so goddamned abstinent all the time!
Oh, Bou...a woman after my own heart..xo
Saudade.
The correct response to this incident is not to give the finger. You only have to use the same language as the aggressor: yell back, "I've got a car, but I lost my licence for doing 200 on the Western Ring Road. Fully sick."
You were correct to give the finger...but I like to give them the PINKY, and yell "Little Pecker!"
Freedom.. that is too funny .. i am gonna have to remember that one !
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