Red Light, Green Light

I'm spending some time today reviewing psychiatry--in light of that, I have a story to tell.

Here we go: I was driving home a couple of days ago, at about 9pm. I pulled up next to a car at a red light. I guess I pulled up a little fast for some reason. Well, anyway, I looked over at the car next to me, and the guy in it was also looking over at me. We kind of made eye contact, which was a little odd, but I didn't think much of it at the time. Of import, he was the only one in his car. Also important, his appearance would probably be best described as "an unkempt middle-aged man". Well, I was just sitting in my car waiting for the light to turn green, when I heard this guy yelling, "get OUT of my car, bitch!". Being the ever-observant person that I am, I thought to myself, "isn't he the only one in that car?" (he was). So I looked over. And when I did, he was looking right back at me, kind of grinning while getting a cigarette out, and he said to me, "I do a LOT of drugs... want to have a party?" To which I replied, "Not really".

This story doesn't really have a denoument--basically, at that point the light turned green, and I wished him a good evening, and drove home.