I know I’ve promised more blogging about greenday and fitbah, but my very typical day beginning with job #1, curry lunch at the mosque, more of job #1, quick drink with Sophie, quicker chip supper, job #2, home, shower, sleep was suddenly turned from very typical to anything but. I was inbetween the job #2 and home portions of my typical day while waiting for an opening to jaywalk when a half filled small mcdonalds strawberry milkshake was chucked at me from a moving car. There was nothing to do to the bastards, as soon as the car had slown down enough to make the toss accurately, they were long gone. As the artificially scented sickly sweet goop slid down my face, coat and backpack I was oddly not angry, but a mixture of pissed-off-ed-ness (at the smell of the fake strawberry), shock (that this had even happened) and a sprinkle of disgust swam through my veins.

Seriously, what the fuck? I really don’t know what to make of it. Sure I know people do stupid shit all the time and this is bound to happen sooner or later to anyone, but it was so purposeful and deliberate. This would make much more sense to me had I known the dudes in the car or something. Had their efforts had some sort of purpose (besides having a laugh), no matter how stupid said purpose is, I would have (I hope) been much more understanding/not freaked out. But the lack of rational for getting me nice and sticky (in the cold and sticky way, not the much more fun hot and heavy way) really got my head going. do a drive by shaking because you don’t like a person, or maybe because that person did a drive by in your neighborhood and your 6 year old sister took a frosty to the head, not just because you’re bored on a weekday…

Bah, too much faith in the human creature…