On my way home from work last Wednesday, I stopped off to pick up Rubin Starset from his work to save him the train/bus ride home. We originally planned to meet at Fry's, across the street so I was in the parking lot when he called and explained that he was walking to another one of his office buildings (across the street and through a parking lot) and to meet him there. I quickly found the other building and spotted him walking through the parking lot in the distance. I kept him on the phone though, feigning confusion about this mysterious other building I was having trouble finding as I slowly crept up behind him in my car. Then, as I was about 20 feet from him, I shifted into neutral, revved the engine loudly and slammed on the brakes right behind him, squealing tires.

He hates me.