The other day I was trying to get out of this really small parking lot that is set in between two large buildings. Unfortunately in this particular parking lot you have to pull up your car really far to see if the road is clear. So far that the front of your car is where pedestrians would usually walk to get to the other half of the sidewalk.
Well, we had been sitting there for just a minute, waiting for the cars to stop coming when an older man carrying a bag of Chinese food came down the sidewalk. When he got closer to my car and saw that the hood of my car was going to be in his way, he started shaking his head in disgust and said, loud enough for me to hear, “Nice job, you fucking idiot.”
I got pretty angry at this. I wasn’t doing anything illegal, I was simply just trying to turn out safely into the road. It seemed foolish he was getting so angry because he had to deviate from his path a few feet and walk in front of my car. He passed by, still shaking his head at this perceived annoyance, and continued off down the sidewalk.
My blood started boiling. I got so angry I did something I have never done before in my life. When I was able to pull out and I got to where he was still walking down the sidewalk, I rolled down the passenger window and screamed “BLOW ME, ASSHOLE” at him at the top of my lungs before driving off.
It was actually a little liberating. Like I said, I never do things like that.
But now it’s been a day, and I still find myself getting angry when I think of what this man said to me. It’s not the first time anyone’s called me a name, and I usually let things roll off my back…but this is just sticking with me. I just feel so mad and I don’t know why.
