[nynor]

i had a really really weird situation just a bit ago, as in less than 45 minutes:

i drove my motorcycle to the corner market to fill up on gas. it is a 1.5 block journey, thus no time or space for me to piss anyone off by going fast, etc.

i fill up and pay for my fuel. i get back on the bike.

this pickup truck, maroon and gray, i think, stops at the sign there at the corner. the driver starts screaming at me. i am like, "who me?" i look around and back at the ranter. now, he about halfway out the window and pointing and yelling. i hear something like this, "buddy, you live over there?!" he is pointing in the opposite direction of where i live. i nod my head and helmet then take off in the opposite direction his truck is pointing.

i drove around the neighborhood for a bit and then went home. the bike is parked in the driveway, as the 951 is blocking the garage. i did get the pistol out and made sure the chamber is empty but the clip is full.

WTF?!