The Irony Gods were watching out for me this morning. Driving to work, a guy in a gray Hyundai pulled up next to me at a stop light, rolled down his window, and yelled “Hey Buddy!” I turned, prepared to give him my patented “Armed Response Look Number 4,” when he followed it up with “You have a brake light out.”
Ah, a good Samaritan. “Thank you,” I shouted back. He pulled in front of me.
He had a brake light out.
It turns out that he works in the same location I do, and I followed him for the next 5 miles, off and on. I finally pulled up next to him at a stop light, motioned for him to roll down his window, and said, “You *do* know that you have a brake light out also, right?”
He gave me what I’m certain was his patented “You have *got* to be kidding me, asshole” look number 2, and said “No… Are you kidding me?”
“Nope, driver’s side brake light, and may the blessings of the Irony Gods be on us both!”
I’m still not sure he believed me, which will make it all the sweeter when he checks his brake lights tonight and realizes that I wasn’t kidding. I had to tell him, though – Karma dictated no other course.