So much for blending

Well, today it happened. On my fifth day of downtown life, I was typing away something to my grandmother when some enormous motorcycle -- positively the Hummer of straddle-seat transportation -- revs its engine for a solid two minutes in a parking space. Not a red light. A parking space. And this engine was not not turning over. So for a fleeting moment, I pressed my face against the screen window and yelled. One word. Two syllables. Has the word "ouch" in the middle. Then I returned to instant messaging Nana.