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One time (out of the 5 that I’ve actually carpooled with someone) several years ago, this senior principal at a firm I briefly worked at learned that we lived somewhat in proximity to one another and ‘drafted’ me into carpooling with him. On the first day, I pick him up in my just purchased E30 and the first thing that comes out of his mouth is “what, ‘merican isn’t good enough for you?” I just shrugged my shoulders and politely smiled. Then he proceeded to complain about everything for the next 20 minutes; the music playing, the rough ride of the car, the sun visors where too small, the seats too narrow, on and on and on. He was like aunt Edna from Vacation. Then he critiqued my anticipatory driving technique that he labeled as “aggressive”. Once again, I just shrugged my shoulders and politely smiled. What are you going to do?
With 15 minutes to go, he directs me to stop at a gas and sip to drop a deauce and get some coffee. I pull in and let him do his thing. 10 minutes later he comes out with a frown on his face and big 64oz cup of joe. Must have been tough going in the mens room.
He’s a couple steps from the car when I back out of the spot into the drive lane. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he asks as he shakes his head and keeps walking towards my car. I shrug my shoulders, shine a big smile, give him the bird and rip out of the lot.
Needless to say I didn’t last long at that firm, but every so often in your life you need to have an “F-it” moment, consequences be damned. In the end, life is too short for a-holes.
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