For some reason, people love to shout at me while I walk home from work. Maybe it’s my height or my new beard, or that I’m read-walking, but today I managed to interrupt them with loud laughter. It was just quick enough that I could see their reply expression.
Friend Shawna taught me a similar technique for dealing with obnoxious drivers: get everyone else in the car to slowly do the queen’s wave until they are no longer in visual range. It’s the disarming, creepy opposite of road rage.
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