Okay. Next door to the wholesale club is a Wally World. One of the guys who works there is a man I'll dub CRA, short for Crotch Rocket Asshole.
CRA, like the name I've given him implies, owns a motorcycle. Not a chopper, of course, but one of those speedy ones you see zip past you on the highway, in flagrant defiance of speed limits and public safety.
CRA's shift ends at 9pm on the days when he works, and you always know when he's gotten off work because he gets on his little crotch rocket, and proceeds to REV THAT ENGINE OF HIS AS LOUD AS IT CAN GO. Then he literally SPEEDS off down the service road in front of our store, going at top speed until he gets to the stop sign, whereupon he turns left, speeds down to the next stop sign, and then turns into traffic, and presumably has to go slower until he hits a major road, where he can open her up again.
It's annoying, dangerous, and he clearly doesn't give a shit that he's pissing people off with his "look how big my dick is" engine-revving. And it's LOUD. Tonight, Hoss and I were outside doing carts, and at least fifty feet away, and it was still WAY too loud.
Furthermore, tonight, CRA gunned it when a customer was leaving OUR store, fortunately did not hit them, but completely ignored someone who was angrily gesturing for him to "slow down." CRA not only ignored them, but popped a wheelie as he sped past.
Hoss told me he's had enough of CRA's blatant flaunting and dangerous antics. He (Hoss) works tomorrow, and if he sees CRA's crotch rocket parked outside the Wally World, he's going to take down all of CRA's data (make, model, color, tags) and place a call to the police, in the hopes of nailing the asshole when he roars out of work.
CRA, like the name I've given him implies, owns a motorcycle. Not a chopper, of course, but one of those speedy ones you see zip past you on the highway, in flagrant defiance of speed limits and public safety.
CRA's shift ends at 9pm on the days when he works, and you always know when he's gotten off work because he gets on his little crotch rocket, and proceeds to REV THAT ENGINE OF HIS AS LOUD AS IT CAN GO. Then he literally SPEEDS off down the service road in front of our store, going at top speed until he gets to the stop sign, whereupon he turns left, speeds down to the next stop sign, and then turns into traffic, and presumably has to go slower until he hits a major road, where he can open her up again.
It's annoying, dangerous, and he clearly doesn't give a shit that he's pissing people off with his "look how big my dick is" engine-revving. And it's LOUD. Tonight, Hoss and I were outside doing carts, and at least fifty feet away, and it was still WAY too loud.
Furthermore, tonight, CRA gunned it when a customer was leaving OUR store, fortunately did not hit them, but completely ignored someone who was angrily gesturing for him to "slow down." CRA not only ignored them, but popped a wheelie as he sped past.
Hoss told me he's had enough of CRA's blatant flaunting and dangerous antics. He (Hoss) works tomorrow, and if he sees CRA's crotch rocket parked outside the Wally World, he's going to take down all of CRA's data (make, model, color, tags) and place a call to the police, in the hopes of nailing the asshole when he roars out of work.
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