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i walk a lot. i lose track, really. four, six miles a day. i've destroyed a pair of merrills in about three or four months. most people i encounter, by and large normal. but some are absolutely ridic. you cross the street to my side of the street and then either get huffy or have an anxiety attack when i do not move out of your way. you have a baby carriage and so it is your god-given right to run me off the sidewalk. it even gets pretty cringe-y, one lady literally cowered like i'd been saying "ni" at her. i'd been paying attention to her dog, a seemingly standard german shepherd. they can be very nice social dogs or also very one-person, bite-you-if-i-don't-know-ya dogs. dog is chill. he's interested in me, but not alarmed. i smile. then i look over and notice there's a human cowering, ni, ni! on the other end of the leash. probably genuine mental health issues, that instance but the drivers, actually, can be the worst. two intersections, four-way stop. people will tap the brakes for sake of form, be all "oh i stopped" and then charge on through. i stop and look very clearly at these two. more times than i can count, people pretend they didn't notice me -- they did -- and roll through because they don't want to wait. also very common, actually, is looking directly at me with dead eyes, deciding not to wait, and then rolling on through. but then it's night and i can't see the driver. i stop at a crosswalk. the driver stops. i have the right of way by law and begin walking |
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at the same moment, he begins driving again. at this point, i recognize it: he's decided he gets to go first, and he's no longer paying attention to me; he's looking for oncoming traffic. this is obvious because the exact same thing happened a month ago, during daytime, when i actually could see the driver and read state of mind. cunt looked me in the eye, stopped, i started walking. she's scanning for oncoming cars and driving right at me and only stops when i slap my palm down on the hood of her car. both times -- and other incidents too, it's been the same fucking model of car. a lexus 300. lady was robin egg blue; this was white. i was mad. i literally scream "what the FUCK" and so happens guy has his window down. i have headphones on and he's all dfhgjdfgfd something and i scream fuck you and he drives off. i've been waffling on this all evening: oh, no, i shouldn't ever get that aggro. but, no, tit absolutely deserved it. and i hope word gets out it was me so i can send word back that i will kick his fucking ass if i even see him doing that shit to anyone else, let alone me. my point is: i'm sick of all this. winter is coming. i want a treadmill. anyone know how to pick one without getting ripped off? in the US? |
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lexus ads on npr all "a quality experience that is crafted just for you" but i'd like to remind lexus owners that, once behind the wheel, they are expected to shovel the same shit as a pleb driving a dump truck. america's roads, a former equalizer, much under threat i would not say you are necessarily an asshole if you drive a lexus __300. it's more like a genetic predisposition -- you are not necessarily an asshole, but you are at least 75% more likely to be one i would never buy a lexus treadmill. what's good |
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detail is the universe, and thus, clarifications for my stupid vent thread: 1) to be more specific, it's the lexus teardrop mini-SUV. i think the actual model is rx300. it occurred to me there may be perfectly innocent lexii swept up in my __300 definition and let's be very clear, it is this specific flavor of lexus i've learned to watch closely. the others, actually, few problems, unless it's the lexus version of iron man's audi sorta trip. when walking, anyways. i won't get to into my feelings sharing the road 2) << he's all dfhgjdfgfd something i suppose i failed to make it clear that he was obviously not apologetic, and i'm glad i had noise-cancelling headphones on, because his face told me it was something like, "how dare you get in my way you little shit" and if i'd heard that i might have chased his fucking car down the street. recommended treadmills? |
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i need a fucking treadmill |
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live in the pod eat the bug walk on the treadmill |
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@tony |
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next time i visit this thread i expect a neighbourhood watch formed with timetables on your strolling times. and social media warnings about a weirdo jumping n front of cars. |
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it's kind of the opposite, really. more towards the planet camazotz. like, 8 am, avoid going out at 8 am. because that's when all the really chatty people with the small barky dogs all seem to have their daily standup meeting and there are a lot of them to dodge. it's a crisp enough thing that i remember rushing out at 7:50a last week, shit shit it's almost 8! see no one... then i'm crossing the street back to my driveway, and there are people in every direction. i was kind of expecting that i was just imagining it all and there'd be no real noticeable anything; that i'd get home and chide myself for getting so worked up over some abstract pattern i'd decided was present. but then i was right, and now i'm not sure of anything anymore |
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wendesday evening i loled at imagining to find a diy of a antique/medieval style treadmill mounted to a wall like they used in mines. |
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real world can be a fuckin trueman show sometimes |
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