While driving down the illustrious Golden Lantern, I found myself behind a PT Cruiser (not my favorite vehicle) with about 5 hokey "check me out, I'm a surfer" stickers plastered on the back window, the most defining being the ubiquitous "Old Guys Surf" sticker. But all that is minor, compared to what met my eyes when Old Guy depressed his brake pedal.
As Old Guy applied his brakes, what should've been a solid red rectangle in the top of his rear window, was this illuminated in red, "GOTSURF" Swear on the Bible, I am not making this up nor would I EVER admit to even joking about doing this. This doof actually took the time to get a sticker with GOTSURF cut out of it that would fit perfectly over his rear window brakelight.
Sigh. Thing is, I've probably been out in the water with this guy at San Onofre at some point, and I'm sure he was nice. But then again, he could've been the guy that, again, not making this up nor could I, yelled, "Cowabunga!" as he dropped into a waist-high mushburger. Or hit me in the back with his board years ago. Or so blantantly dropped in on me and never once looked over his shoulder (actually, that happens a LOT- look left people!!!!!).
GOTSURF. Make me vomit...
2 comments:
I think my Bay Area version of this story is when you see a BMW plastered with Dead Head stickers--or Berkeley-left-wing messages. I have nothing against Dead Heads (well...) or the Berkeley Left (as long as I can stop listening when I want to), but neither group would embrace a Beemer-driver. No way. No how.
Except the Dead Heads, 'cause they'd be too high to care.
Speaking of high--ask me about the concert I went to last night.
Time to change the name of your blog...
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