New Yawk
It's too early to be crazy like this. Someone needs to get this lunatic a watch and be told not to be a jerk before ten in the morning. I am way too tired for this man's behavior at 713 am.
Steve and I are minding our own business, quietly sitting in the warmness of Dewey. I am early for my transportation today so we are actually able to idle in front of the train station. A no parking zone, especially since we are parked by a fire hydrant. We have done this plenty of times before. I used to do this with my dad in Greenlawn. It's done in front of the Huntington Station as well as every other station house I can think of. For as long as I have been riding the train, what, five years now, no one has ever had the gall to park their car in front of the ticket booths. Even though nothing is posted, I am pretty sure it's a safe bet you are not allowed to park there. It's kind of like the airport. It does not need to be posted; it's an unspoken rule that every citizen abides by. Why this moron from Deer Park thinks he's the exception to this is beyond me.
Steve and I are engaged in conversation when out of the corner of my eye I notice a silver sedan slide up next to us. I hardly glance at him, thinking he may be dropping off someone as well, but he's alone. He waves a finger at me but I ignore him since I don't know what he wants. He then backs up and disappears. Ten seconds later he's back and he's furious. Steve looks over his shoulder and he angrily points at us then speeds away. Neither of us have any idea what this is about since there is no way he can park behind us. There is a fire hydrant right by the back of my vehicle and he can't park where we are because we're in the "drop off/pick up zone". We chalk it up to him being lazy and not wanting to go find a spot, which there are plenty of. He's got at least three more minutes before the gates are going to go down. What's the big rush? Do you want to be the first one out there in the bitter cold to wait for a train that's not even at the Brentwood station yet?
We continue our conversation. As I'm talking, I notice Steve watching someone and a smile breaks out across his face. He then waves. I look out my window to see the silver sedan guy throwing a nasty look at Steve who in turn, keeps the wave going. This is when the man loses it. All I hear is him screaming at us. A few people turn to watch the scene this jackass is making as he huffs his way up to the platform yelling obscenities. He insults Steve which severely pisses me off but I have to continually remind myself that Steve wins. That guy is seething! And he's mad because we foiled his plan to park illegally. I love these suits. They always think they are above the law and entitled to everything. Of course Steve wants to get out of the car and approach the guy because we are technically not in the wrong for idling. If a fire truck or cop comes by and needs the spot we can leave right away where as that loser could not. I tell Steve he did the perfect thing by waving and ignoring the man's rant. That makes unnecessarily angry people even more unnecessarily angry which cracks me up. And the more you laugh and ignore them, the more it drives them nuts. Sure in your gut it might bother you that they yelled and people looked and they insulted you but really, who comes out looking like the schmuck?
Steve then gets worried while I'm on the train, afraid the man might say something to me. If the man knows what's good for him, he won't come near me in Penn Station. There's a cop every 15 feet so I'm prepared to make a scene if I have to. If I ever run into this guy again I probably wouldn't recognize him anyway. He looks like every other middle-aged miserable man in a trench coat in the city. But just knowing that this guy probably had a crappy day because of Steve's antics makes me happy. This man looking dispondent and cranky because he had to walk fifty extra feet in the cold, makes me happy. This all could have been avoided if he just asked us nicely to move so he could park illegally and get a ticket because we would have. But it still makes me happy that he's probably still fuming, especially when he has to go walk to his car later.
Steve and I are minding our own business, quietly sitting in the warmness of Dewey. I am early for my transportation today so we are actually able to idle in front of the train station. A no parking zone, especially since we are parked by a fire hydrant. We have done this plenty of times before. I used to do this with my dad in Greenlawn. It's done in front of the Huntington Station as well as every other station house I can think of. For as long as I have been riding the train, what, five years now, no one has ever had the gall to park their car in front of the ticket booths. Even though nothing is posted, I am pretty sure it's a safe bet you are not allowed to park there. It's kind of like the airport. It does not need to be posted; it's an unspoken rule that every citizen abides by. Why this moron from Deer Park thinks he's the exception to this is beyond me.
Steve and I are engaged in conversation when out of the corner of my eye I notice a silver sedan slide up next to us. I hardly glance at him, thinking he may be dropping off someone as well, but he's alone. He waves a finger at me but I ignore him since I don't know what he wants. He then backs up and disappears. Ten seconds later he's back and he's furious. Steve looks over his shoulder and he angrily points at us then speeds away. Neither of us have any idea what this is about since there is no way he can park behind us. There is a fire hydrant right by the back of my vehicle and he can't park where we are because we're in the "drop off/pick up zone". We chalk it up to him being lazy and not wanting to go find a spot, which there are plenty of. He's got at least three more minutes before the gates are going to go down. What's the big rush? Do you want to be the first one out there in the bitter cold to wait for a train that's not even at the Brentwood station yet?
We continue our conversation. As I'm talking, I notice Steve watching someone and a smile breaks out across his face. He then waves. I look out my window to see the silver sedan guy throwing a nasty look at Steve who in turn, keeps the wave going. This is when the man loses it. All I hear is him screaming at us. A few people turn to watch the scene this jackass is making as he huffs his way up to the platform yelling obscenities. He insults Steve which severely pisses me off but I have to continually remind myself that Steve wins. That guy is seething! And he's mad because we foiled his plan to park illegally. I love these suits. They always think they are above the law and entitled to everything. Of course Steve wants to get out of the car and approach the guy because we are technically not in the wrong for idling. If a fire truck or cop comes by and needs the spot we can leave right away where as that loser could not. I tell Steve he did the perfect thing by waving and ignoring the man's rant. That makes unnecessarily angry people even more unnecessarily angry which cracks me up. And the more you laugh and ignore them, the more it drives them nuts. Sure in your gut it might bother you that they yelled and people looked and they insulted you but really, who comes out looking like the schmuck?
Steve then gets worried while I'm on the train, afraid the man might say something to me. If the man knows what's good for him, he won't come near me in Penn Station. There's a cop every 15 feet so I'm prepared to make a scene if I have to. If I ever run into this guy again I probably wouldn't recognize him anyway. He looks like every other middle-aged miserable man in a trench coat in the city. But just knowing that this guy probably had a crappy day because of Steve's antics makes me happy. This man looking dispondent and cranky because he had to walk fifty extra feet in the cold, makes me happy. This all could have been avoided if he just asked us nicely to move so he could park illegally and get a ticket because we would have. But it still makes me happy that he's probably still fuming, especially when he has to go walk to his car later.