Okay, so onto my main point. I'm about to cross the road, after my little trip to the store. Some vehicles are coming from one direction as I am about to cross. Figuring I'm going to make it across without becoming a hood ornament for the van that's approaching, I decide to start making my way to the other side. Boy, did I ever have another thing coming. I set foot onto the road, and the guy comes to a complete stop. And so, he decides to let me cross. But as soon as I make it about halfway across the road, he honks his bloody horn!
Why? Well, I guess I can understand why, but how was I supposed to know that he wasn't going to let me across before he stopped? Maybe I jumped to conclusions much too quickly. Maybe it was the person behind the van for making such a sudden stop. But nonetheless, I guess I started it. The snowy winter weather wouldn't have been helping matters either.
I was paying attention, despite the fact that I had my MP3 player with me, cranked at full blast. I wanted to scream at him, or apologize, but I wasn't in the mood for that. I had to get back home and into my room before someone figured I was gone. I couldn't help it, but the craving for pop was getting bigger and bigger with each passing second, and I wanted to get it out of the way before it drove me insane.
Besides, I can't take my dad's pop. He'd have a fit.
Besides, I can't take my dad's pop. He'd have a fit.