I was pimped by my co-workers to bring in some cake and a bouquet of flowers this morning for one of our departing employees. I steadfastly refused to purchase a Hallmark card.
I'm strolling out of the supermarket on the way back to my car. As I'm traversing the parking lot, I notice a pickup slowly lumbering towards me. So as not to be a nuisance, I quickly sidestep the approaching vehicle.
The truck slows to a halt as I come parallel to the passenger-side window. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the driver has turned his body around, is facing me, and has begun mouthing something. Perplexed, I crane my neck down to get a view of said driver.
Pulling forward a few feet, the driver reaches around behind him, and slides open the window in the back of the cab. He shouts, "I said, 'what the fuck're you looking at?' "
I now have no idea what the fuck is going on. " 'scuse me?" is my response.
"You heard me!" He retorts.
I can tell by his tone that he's looking for a fight. Funny thing is... I've got no idea what it's over. S'far as I could tell, I hadn't looked at him until he halted his vehicle and tried conversing with me through his fully-enclosed cab (Genius).
In my most anger-inducing, passive aggressive voice (I'm so good at egging people on) I say, "No, I didn't hear you. You were mumbling."
The guy just stares at me for a minute. Then, in a huff, he speeds off.
I've been having a bad coupla' weeks and to be quite honest, getting in a fight at 9 o'clock in the morning in the middle of fuckin' suburbia wearin' a suit 'n tie would've suited me just fine today.
But, alas... some d-bag was just havin' a bad day, and needed to blow off steam. I just wish I knew what it was concerning. Maybe it's for the best I don't know.
I waved 'goodbye' as he drove away. Not certain whether he saw the gesture or not.
On a lighter note, I filtered a carboy of my ginger root mead tonight. It's been ages since I've brewed any beer. Seeing as how I've now got a spare carboy, I might swing by Maryland Homebrew and pick up a beer kit or two. Been meaning to make a 5-gallon of blueberry beer, now that the weather is starting to turn a little nicer.
Behold, my crazy filtering/siphoning skills:
This is what was left in my initial carboy after all was said 'n done.
The residue is a combination of albumin protein (the wort) and shaved ginger root, uh... nastiness. The odor comin' offa that puppy was horrendous when I bent over the neck and took a whiff. I obliged myself of a couple shots as I was transferring the mead to it's new temporary home.
After only 6 weeks it's comin' along just fine.
Another 4 months and it'll be ready to bottle.
I'm strolling out of the supermarket on the way back to my car. As I'm traversing the parking lot, I notice a pickup slowly lumbering towards me. So as not to be a nuisance, I quickly sidestep the approaching vehicle.
The truck slows to a halt as I come parallel to the passenger-side window. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the driver has turned his body around, is facing me, and has begun mouthing something. Perplexed, I crane my neck down to get a view of said driver.
Pulling forward a few feet, the driver reaches around behind him, and slides open the window in the back of the cab. He shouts, "I said, 'what the fuck're you looking at?' "
I now have no idea what the fuck is going on. " 'scuse me?" is my response.
"You heard me!" He retorts.
I can tell by his tone that he's looking for a fight. Funny thing is... I've got no idea what it's over. S'far as I could tell, I hadn't looked at him until he halted his vehicle and tried conversing with me through his fully-enclosed cab (Genius).
In my most anger-inducing, passive aggressive voice (I'm so good at egging people on) I say, "No, I didn't hear you. You were mumbling."
The guy just stares at me for a minute. Then, in a huff, he speeds off.
I've been having a bad coupla' weeks and to be quite honest, getting in a fight at 9 o'clock in the morning in the middle of fuckin' suburbia wearin' a suit 'n tie would've suited me just fine today.
But, alas... some d-bag was just havin' a bad day, and needed to blow off steam. I just wish I knew what it was concerning. Maybe it's for the best I don't know.
I waved 'goodbye' as he drove away. Not certain whether he saw the gesture or not.
On a lighter note, I filtered a carboy of my ginger root mead tonight. It's been ages since I've brewed any beer. Seeing as how I've now got a spare carboy, I might swing by Maryland Homebrew and pick up a beer kit or two. Been meaning to make a 5-gallon of blueberry beer, now that the weather is starting to turn a little nicer.
Behold, my crazy filtering/siphoning skills:
This is what was left in my initial carboy after all was said 'n done.
The residue is a combination of albumin protein (the wort) and shaved ginger root, uh... nastiness. The odor comin' offa that puppy was horrendous when I bent over the neck and took a whiff. I obliged myself of a couple shots as I was transferring the mead to it's new temporary home.
After only 6 weeks it's comin' along just fine.
Another 4 months and it'll be ready to bottle.