This afternoon was a beautiful day to cruise with the top down, as I did in taking Beta back to school. We also made a side trip to the apartment complex where she’s planning to live next year, not far from campus, just so she could show it to me.
Waiting for a left-turn arrow on Chapman Highway just across the Henley Street bridge, a scruffy-looking man in a white utility van pulled up and shouted at us, "you better answer next time I f***ing call you!
Neither of us have ever seen the guy before. No idea who he is… so I’m guessing he mistook us for someone else.
And Beta tells me that Knoxville is a safe place. Heh.
Weird howling by demented yahoos means Knoxpatch is unsafe? Jeeze, Netmom, get a grip. You and I both know there are plenty of nut cases right there in Oak Ridge. You don’t have to drive to the “big city” to find them.
In 45 years, that’s never happened to me in Oak Ridge. At least most of the nutcases here are known entities.
Well, I suggest you pick those bits of verbal shrapnel out of your relatively thin skin and soldier on.
You’ve been well-insulated from your fellow citizen. Chalk this one up to a long-delayed meeting with the outside world.
At this rate, you’ll be 90 before it happens again. By then, you can just turn off your hearing aid.