Walter called me up today to see if I could help him move some furniture from his house to the Goodwill. Of course I agreed since he was so generous to let me borrow his truck a few weeks back when I was moving. We got the new sofa out of his truck and into the house and then loaded the old two piece sofa into his truck. Without thinking too much about how we should secure the cushions, we just tossed them in the back of the truck and took off to drop the sofas off at the Goodwill. As we were heading down the freeway, a guy pulled up next to us and started honking and pointing backwards. We automatically assumed he was trying to get our attention about a lost pillow, but Walter was saying he was looking in his rear view mirror the whole time and never saw anything fly out. So we kept driving. When we got off the freeway, Walter jumped out of his truck at a light and saw that we had indeed lost a cushion. He thought that at least we can drop off one sofa and throw away the other one. When we got to the Salvation Army, we saw that they were accepting donations at the big truck and that there was a young guy working there. We decided to go for it and just drop off the two sofas and hope that he didn't notice that it was missing a cushion. He didn't notice.
Later today, Walter, Dan and I went on a bike ride (perhaps Dan's last bike ride for a very long time). As we were heading down Camino Capistrano, a car full of guys drove by and yelled out the window, "Nice Schwinn Assholes." The fact that Dan was riding a Schwinn made the comment kinda funny, but at the same time, we couldn't believe that there are so many douche bags in Orange County that do shit like that. Walter and I picked up rocks and put them in our pockets just in case an opprotunity to use them came up again, we would be better prepaired.
