The Grumpster

I’m getting grumpier. I was walking downtown when a dude around 30-years-old took a big swig of his soda and set the huge paper cup in the middle of the sidewalk and kept walking.

“You weren’t going to leave that right there, were you?” I asked.

“Uh, yeah, I mean no,” he said, walking back a few steps, reaching down to pick it up. He didn’t look mentally incapacitated and appeared like he should know better.

As I kept walking past, he called out sarcastically, “Thanks, dude!”

Late night a few nights ago I was walking past Staples Center. A girl was sitting on top of a long row of steps that run parallel to the street, about 20 steps high. As I walked past, she took her fast food bag of trash and launched it in the air to the steps at the bottom.

“Pick that up right now!” I yelled at her, sounding amazingly like my long dead father. She replied by taking her drink and throwing it after the bag of trash. I kept walking, yelling into the night air, “Pick it up! Pick it up!”

Yesterday I was walking past a parking garage when a guy in an expensive white sports car pulled out into the sidewalk really fast without checking for pedestrians. It’s a busy sidewalk downtown, and he could have easily hurt someone.

He cut right in front of me, but I saw what was happening out of the corner of my eye, so I smoothly stepped out to walk around in front of his car as he came to a stop blocking the sidewalk.

I admit what I did next was not cool. As I walked around, I pulled my phone out and pretended I got a call. I stood in front of his car totally oblivious. He leaned on the horn and I just put my index finger up like “wait a sec, almost done with this call.”

Bad, right?

Well, it sure was fun.