So, a guy I work with and I are returning to our place of business from lunch, when we pull up at a red light. Just to the front of me, there’s a guy in a convertible, fulfilling all the worst convertible-guy stereotypes. Feeling the need to do something about this, I take aim. Unfortunately, before I was able to get the window down, the light changed and he made a right turn. As we were going straight, my target was gone.
Fortunately, at the next light, a car filled with other co-workers pulled up next to us, out next to the driver. As the one in the other car’s passenger seat opens the window, POW, I let him have it. Or, at least, I winged him. But I definitely left a welt. Rubber bands can be nasty like that, y’know.
Anyway, while completing the drive to work (much more dangerous, as my driver was now laughing so hard he was crying), we notice the people in the surrounding cars, many of whom noticed this, laughing their asses off as well.
And for the rest of the drive to work, I was wishing I had more rubber bands to shoot at random passersby on the sidewalk. I could almost see the local news: “Outbreak of rubber-band related violence, Are YOU at risk? Details after the commercial”; and then the tape of some poor guy saying something like: “I dunno what happened. I was walking down the street when this crazy guy in the passenger seat of a Honda Civic just starts shooting me with industrial-strength rubber bands.”
Well, ok, maybe you had to be there…