trixen + an attitude = otp

My morning. Already.

I was walking to work, my headphones on, minding my own Trixen business. I wanted to cross the street, so I looked both ways. Nothing was coming, except a rather large yellow truck, about 1 minute away on my left. So I crossed. Immediately, the guys in the truck started honking at me, but it was still a good minute before they even reached where I was walking, so I ignored it.

But oh no, they still kept honking, rolled down the window, and the driver was yelling, "Hey, hey, hey!"

So.

I am having a bad week.

So.

I whipped out my headphones, switched off my ipod and said, "What."

The guy looked a little taken aback but he went, "You walked in front of us."

I walked up to his window, looked up and mused, "Yes, I did. Because even when you're a large, gas-guzzling, environment polluting, testosterone-ridden truck -- you STILL don't own the road. Shocking, isn't it?"

And then walked off.

It felt good.