Parking Lot Rage....
So I'm not one for road rage, but I seriously thought about using my car to do some damage to a guy in the Wal-Mart parking lot this morning. It actually scared me that I got irate over a parking spot. I always thought people who got that annoyed about stupid shit like parking were nuts.
Here's what happened.....as most of you know, I'm leaving for PHL tomorrow with a truck of furniture for Reza and Aafke. (They arrive in the States tonight btw! YEAY!) So I needed to go to Wal-Mart to get some parts to fix a couple of lamps I'm taking them, and I decided whilst I'm there to pick up some basic house supplies to make it easier for them. I pull into the parking lot and see a guy just finishing up loading his car in a prime spot. I indicate my intent for the spot and pull out of the way so cars can go around me whilst I wait. Right as the guy was about to pull about a big white truck pulls up beside me and stops obviously intending to take the spot. I just saw red...here I am being all polite, indicating, waiting, and here's this redneck in a big 'ole truck thinking he can muscle in.....so I honked at him, pulled up super close to him, and waved until he got my attention, and then made it really clear that spot was MINE. To which he flipped me off.....I thought my head was going to explode, I was so mad. He let me have the parking spot, and took the one two down that someone was also backing out of. I sat in the car for a sec because I was shocked and scared at how mad I was over something so stupid. I got out of the car right as he walked past, to hear him say 'f-ing bitch'. I have no doubt it was meant for me, but funnily enough it was sounded more funny than anything, especially coming from someone in his late 60's or so.
I can see how life stresses can easily spill over into road rage. I think I've been so wrapped up/absorbed with the truck and Reza's move (the past few days especially), that something that usually wouldn't bother me, almost sent me over the edge.
I'm glad I'm home...
:)
Here's what happened.....as most of you know, I'm leaving for PHL tomorrow with a truck of furniture for Reza and Aafke. (They arrive in the States tonight btw! YEAY!) So I needed to go to Wal-Mart to get some parts to fix a couple of lamps I'm taking them, and I decided whilst I'm there to pick up some basic house supplies to make it easier for them. I pull into the parking lot and see a guy just finishing up loading his car in a prime spot. I indicate my intent for the spot and pull out of the way so cars can go around me whilst I wait. Right as the guy was about to pull about a big white truck pulls up beside me and stops obviously intending to take the spot. I just saw red...here I am being all polite, indicating, waiting, and here's this redneck in a big 'ole truck thinking he can muscle in.....so I honked at him, pulled up super close to him, and waved until he got my attention, and then made it really clear that spot was MINE. To which he flipped me off.....I thought my head was going to explode, I was so mad. He let me have the parking spot, and took the one two down that someone was also backing out of. I sat in the car for a sec because I was shocked and scared at how mad I was over something so stupid. I got out of the car right as he walked past, to hear him say 'f-ing bitch'. I have no doubt it was meant for me, but funnily enough it was sounded more funny than anything, especially coming from someone in his late 60's or so.
I can see how life stresses can easily spill over into road rage. I think I've been so wrapped up/absorbed with the truck and Reza's move (the past few days especially), that something that usually wouldn't bother me, almost sent me over the edge.
I'm glad I'm home...
:)