Year two of Polyfro starts with this story:
Tuesday morning, I'm sitting in traffic as I do every morning, and as I do every day, I was observing the drivers around me. Generally nothing too exciting, sometimes you see a hottie but other than that, nothing to write about.
And I'm not really sure why this time is even worth writing about, either, but bear with me. Through the rearview mirror on my windshield, I spy a middle-aged guy, thick glasses, monk-bald, and he's just lighting into somebody on the cell phone. I mean, really giving the other person the business.
In fact, the first thing I thought of was how, in Madden 97, you could hit somebody after the whistle, but you'd get flagged 15 yards -- and the second time you did it in a game, the ref would say "Personal Foul...He's Giving Him the Business."
Anyway, so this dude is screaming, pointing, waving, its incredible. As if that wasn't funny enough, my eyes panned back to the guy behind him. He's in a truck, so he sits higher up, and was therefore visible to me. This guy is cleaning the inside of his windshield with a napkin. While smoking a PalMal, and blowing smoke all over his work.
Honest to Moses Malone. Giant guy with a beard and scraggly hair, driving an early 80's Toyota pickup, cleaning the inside of his windshield while he smoked. Maybe its only funny to me, I don't know.