Made the mistake of going out for petrol and ale after 9pm. I had a good excuse, The Flash mid-season premiere was on at 8. Some old chode in a murder van with AZ plates followed me two miles and parked RIGHT NEXT TO ME at Chevron. Then at Target, someone thought it was cogent to pressure-wash the entry deck right exactly when I get there. And then at Stater Bros., some dufus gets out of his Escape exactly at the same time as I'm walking in, so I have to stop and let his dufus ass sashay ahead of me so I don't breathe in his dufus airs. There was a saving grace, however, thank god, the checkout girl is super cute and asked for my ID.
I'm being told they're called 'doofuses'.