The other night, Marc and I were out in the Mustang, and I was driving. I stopped at a light, and this Mercedes pulled up next to us. When the light turned green, I pulled out - fairly normally, but with a little speed because I actually needed to get into the lane the Mercedes was in. The Mercedes though, was accelerating pretty hard, and I realized he was trying to race us.
No one ever tries to race me - I think because it's a no-win situation for a guy. Either you're supposed to beat me because I'm a girl, or if you lose, then you just lost to a girl. All I get is crazy teenage girls who yell at me from their PT Cruisers, "OH MY GOD, SEEING A WOMAN DRIVING THAT CAR IS FUCKING AWESOME!" Anyways, normally I don't take the bait, but I think Marc might have said something like, "Don't let him pass you." I blame him.
So the Mercedes kept up with me through 2nd gear (we were almost at 60mph at that point), but once I put it into 3rd I pulled away easily. I really shouldn't do that anymore, heh.
Need to buy a dress tonight for my cousin's wedding, which is next Monday. I'll probably need shoes too, ugh. I swear, the last thing I want to do when I get home after a day's worth of work and two hours worth of commuting is go to the mall.
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