I think everyone knows how I feel about scooter people.
Well, it’s one thing if you have a need and have been rewarded with an invention that increases your mobility. For heavens sake get out there and scoot and mingle because we haven’t seen you in a while. Back in my day people like that just stayed at home where they belonged.
It’s entirely a different thing if you are a lazy cow that never exercised and blew out your knees. It’s unsightly not to mention dangerous to scoot around on public sidewalks adjoining busy streets wearing a pink unwashed stained spaghetti strapped halter top, bleached un-toned hair the color of a baby chicken, faded ill-fitting studded capri jeans, Buddha belly ring, and chipped toenail polish. Careening into a ditch then implying that I HAVE to help you out of your predicament.
I mean really...it’s embarrassing.
I saw this little surveillance clip of a scooter moron who suffered a bout of ‘scooter rage’. I’m sure the tape was used in a trial to exonerate the buildings owners whom I feel sure the scooter moron was trying to sue over a ‘faulty door’ premise.
The lady in the cab before him waited patiently for other riders to board and finally pushed her button and whisked away to her destination. However I suspect she feels the same way I do about these people that run over your toes and saw him coming and did what she was supposed to do. Run for her life.
Enjoy your moment of Scooter Zen.