We were riding down the hated mile next to each other (between 71st and 81st) when all of a sudden I hear this unknown guy scream "GOD BLESS!!!!!!! GET OUT OF THE WAY! I SAID 'ON YOUR LEFT!'"
I didn't know what was happening, until I looked to my left and saw this ugly, skinny biker guy and his woman riding in between my mom and I. After I realized that he had been yelling at my mom, I started to yell back at him. And then after my mom realized that he was yelling at her, she started to yell at him also.
"WE DIDN'T HEAR YOU, ASS!"
"PICK A SIDE!!!"
"YOU DIDN'T EVEN PASS ON THE LEFT, ASSHOLE!"
He rode away and I had to calm my mom down because she was talking about throwing down with him. It really pissed us off and the more we thought about it, it didn't make any sense why he yelled at us. First of all, if you're approaching someone from behind you might want to be close enough to them before you yell "On your left", and if they don't move, chances are, they didn't hear you!
Second, even if we did hear him say "ON YOUR LEFT" he WENT ON THE DAMN RIGHT! What the fuck?
Anyways, besides God Bless guy, the ride was enjoyable and I'm really sunburned. Wooooo.
Well, my grandma just lost her Subway sack full of her sewing (which she works on every single day). She sews a picture of your birthday flower and then sews your name at the top and writes "Love, Grandma '04" at the bottom. She's been making these for everyone for months.
So just now she told my mom that her Subway sack was missing. My mom and I were searching throughout the house as she kept telling us that she didn't move it and it was on the couch the last time she saw it. As a last resort, my mom and I went out to the trashcan in the front of the house to search. We found it covered in tomatoe sauce. We didn't want to tell Grandma because she'd freak out and hate my step-dad forever (he's the one who did it), so I ran inside and distracted her with looking inside a cabinet (for the third time) while my mom ran in with the Subway sack. She then pretended to find it in a basket. Good thing we found it. I mean, it looked like trash. The bag, not the sewing that is.