Driving to church last night, a man driving a truck next me flipped on his blinker to indicate to me (nice driver) that he needed to get over. I kindly (especially since we were on our way to church) slowed down enough for him to get over in front of me. Now, after driving this way for a good while my nice driver attitude has left me and I'm now annoyed driver wanting this guy to either get over or turn off his blinker. So I give him the "get over already" gesture and he does. Then, he proceeds to slow down 5 blocks before the gas station he obviously needed to go to. I looked in my rear-view mirror and saw that I could change lanes and go around. I did so but I maybe-might have hit the gas so that my truck maybe-might have made a loud "vroom" noise, just so he would know I was annoyed.
All the while, Little Man is in the backseat. This was our conversation.
"Mom, that guy looked at me!"
"Oh, Little Man, it's ok. He was just going too slow for mommy."
"Yeah. And then he told me to get my guns up!"
I turn around and see our precious little Red Raider with his guns blazing...and realize that this, ladies and gentlemen, is the reason we are Red Raiders. I think all adults know that the man in the truck was probably giving me a different hand gesture named after a certain flying animal. But my sweet, innocent, Red Raider thought he saw the Guns Up! Thank you, Texas Tech. I think we are that much closer to forgiving you for the whole Leach thing. But not quite enough to start sending you checks again.
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