Lee McKusick

I’m back at RIT, snugly settled into my humble abode. It was a long trip back, and probably the least enjoyable out of the three long trips I’ve done back and forth. The first two were relatively uneventful, as far as problems went, but this one seemed to have a much more negative feeling to it.

First off, what is it with black SUVs and males my age? It seems like that combination is just asking for trouble. First, not too long after leaving Worchester, I’m driving along, minding my own business, singing along to the radio, and this black SUV pulls up alongside me and stays there. When I look over, the guy in the pasenger seat is clapping at me, apparently mocking my singing, not that he could hear it. Whatever, but it seemed to set the tone for the rest of the day.

After I left the Brandford (or something close to that name anyway) Service Area, another black SUV, this time a Ford Explorer (license plate 140-0484 I think. It was all digits…) starts messing with me. Cutting in front of me, swerving all over the road…I’m pretty sure the guy in the passenger’s seat was being an idiot while alongside, but I never gave them the satisfaction of my looking over. And of course there’s like 30 or 40 miles between the Brandford and Lee Service Areas to I had to put up with them for a long time. And every time I tried to lose them by slowing down, they managed to get back to me again. At one point, it was fairly heavy traffic, and I was in the left lane, with them on my right, keeping pace no matter what I did, another guy right behind me (Thank you, sir, for all your help in the matter. You really were an asset. I mean, expert analysis of the situation. Your decision to stay right on my tail was totally spot-on.). Finally they fell back about half a car length, and I managed to jump on the gas and slip in front of them to get out of that jam. Of course, I look back and the guy in the passenger’s seat is wagging his finger at me. Jackass.

Anyway, I’m done venting. That felt good. I’m gonna go to bed now, cause my throat’s not feeling too well, and I’ve got stuff to do tomorrow.

Bon soir to all.