I was walking with Lupe in midtown when confronted by what seemed like an Irish homeless tweeker chick. Who first asked loudly for a cigarette. Which we politely informed her that we did not smoke. Then after some grumbling and consternation asked us, no more like yelled at us. Well after she asked with a thick what sounded like Irish or possibly scotish accent (I asked her to repeat herself) when she did her sarcasm grew in leaps and bounds. I told her no because I did not like her manners. She informed my manners were under my car (Lupe and I were getting in my car to leave the immediate area).
It really made me think. Her being Irish, was she plotting to blow up my car. The way she looked at us when we drove away If looks could kill. Well I guess me flipping the bird to her while driving off was not good for international diplomacy.
Also If I had let her use my phone maybe it would have been used to trigger a bomb she planted in some poor fools's car because some other past altercation.
I know I am speaking in sweeping generalities cliches and almost racist terms I guess, ok I need to work on myself not before I buy one of those mirrors on a stick to check the undercarriage of my car.
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