That’s the last time I go for a jog without my Pop Pop.
Yesterday I went for a walk / jog with Rowdi. I like to change up my route every day, but there are parts of my route that I usually see. I was on my way home, had gone out as far as I was going to. I was jogging down the street, and about five houses in front of me, a car backed out of a driveway. No big, cars leave houses and go to other places all the time. But my shin splints happened to flare at that moment, so I stopped and started walking.
Now, it took this car forEVER to back out and straighten up so it could drive down the street (it would be driving away from me). Then when it got straight, it just sat there for a second.
I’m a paranoid runner. I do have my iPod or my Kindle going, but I never turn them loud, and I am very aware of my surroundings. I know where every person is, every car, moving or stationary. And I always have my gun. . . except yesterday. Yesterday I decided to leave the Pop Pop at home so I could run without the extra weight bouncing around at waist level–I have a bulged disc right there, and I don’t like to aggravate it. I figured I have a big pit bull mix with me, so if someone tries to attack me, she’ll jump to my rescue. Of course, I didn’t figure cars into the mix.
So I gave this car a few seconds to back out, watching the whole time, naturally. It crawled. When it straightened out to go down the street, I kept walking toward it, waiting for it to pull away from me. I was still three houses away. The car just sat there. I could see a creepy old hippie inside with long, white hair. He was watching me in the side-view mirror. So I watched him. As I got closer, I saw his wife sitting next to him. Same long, white hair, but she was turned around and looking back, watching me. Both of them looked as if they felt superior.
I kept walking and watching them, and they stayed until I was well past the car and their house. When I passed them, I took my earbuds out so I could listen for a car door to open. My mind was anxious and well on its way to pissed off, but I kept my body relaxed so Rowdi wouldn’t feed off my energy and become anxious herself–I didn’t need the distraction.
I can be passive-aggressive, yes, but I also get aggressive-aggressive now and then, and I had to really hold myself back from it at this point. When I passed the hippies’ car, I turned and looked at them, hoping to make eye contact so I could glare properly. The man turned his head, pretending he hadn’t been watching me. The woman looked down. I wanted to run up, slam my fist against the driver’s window, and tell them exactly what I thought of them. I was angry by this point. At them for car-stalking me and at myself for leaving the house without my Pop Pop.
When I was well past them and they hadn’t started to move, I kept walking, but I turned around and looked at them again with a glare that said, “Get going, unwashed pigs.” When I turned back around and wasn’t watching them anymore, they finally started to move. Slowly. They drove by as slowly as they could, and my anger escalated to near rage. I seriously wanted to beat the hippies down, I was so pissed. You don’t do that if you’re a decent human being. You don’t car-stalk a girl and her dog, try to intimidate the girl or make her think you’re getting ready to do something to her. You just don’t do that unless you are evil.
They got well past me, passed an intersection, and then got close to the next intersection, at crawling speed. I was coming upon the intersection they’d passed when they stopped their car, about ten feet before the stop sign. I’ve gotta tell you, this is when I started calling them very bad names in my head, words I don’t even want to admit to knowing. And the things I was telling them to do in my head–let’s just say there was lots of apologizing to the Lord after that. I was so so so ragey.
I had to make a decision–turn down the street they had passed and let them out of my sight but don’t give them a clue as to where I’m going, or keep going straight toward them. I chose to keep going straight, because they’re freaking hippies, and it’ll be a cold day in hell before I’m afraid of a smelly hippie. And apparently, that’s all they wanted to know. Whether I was turning or going straight. Because they finally went to the end of the block and turned the corner, and when I got to the end of the block, they weren’t lurking around the turn.
I’m about to take Rowdi for a walk. I usually don’t let her pee in other people’s yards, because her urine kills anything green, but today she pees on hippie grass.