It's Baseball Season once again!
Last night was Opening Night. Here's a recap:
we lost - and then mom and I nearly had to throw down in the parking
lot, due to some asshat who thought it would be fun to run us over.
Mom smacked the trunk of his car, because he sped up (when he saw us
about to cross in front of him) and was inches from running her over.
So he skidded to a halt and came out swearing at us. Now, he was
going fast enough that the car was several yards away before he
stopped. We kept walking. Idiot was persistent and cut us off. He
might have been more intimidating if he'd been taller than me (and I am a towering 5' 3 & 3/4"). As it was, he just looked stupid.
Him: Why'd you hit my car?
Us: Why'd you try to run us over?
Him: It's a parking lot
Us: Exactly, it's full of pedestrians; you're not supposed to run them over
Him: *inane babble*
Us: Get back in your car
Him: *more yammering about how we shouldn't hit his car*
Us: Get back in your car
I'm not sure what his purpose was in getting out and confronting us. There was no yelling, just tightly angry voices. Finally he realised we weren't going to back down, and went back to his car and drove off. Here's the thing that baffled me most - he didn't look like some thug; he had a wife and little kid in the car, so what the fuck?
we lost - and then mom and I nearly had to throw down in the parking
lot, due to some asshat who thought it would be fun to run us over.
Mom smacked the trunk of his car, because he sped up (when he saw us
about to cross in front of him) and was inches from running her over.
So he skidded to a halt and came out swearing at us. Now, he was
going fast enough that the car was several yards away before he
stopped. We kept walking. Idiot was persistent and cut us off. He
might have been more intimidating if he'd been taller than me (and I am a towering 5' 3 & 3/4"). As it was, he just looked stupid.
Him: Why'd you hit my car?
Us: Why'd you try to run us over?
Him: It's a parking lot
Us: Exactly, it's full of pedestrians; you're not supposed to run them over
Him: *inane babble*
Us: Get back in your car
Him: *more yammering about how we shouldn't hit his car*
Us: Get back in your car
I'm not sure what his purpose was in getting out and confronting us. There was no yelling, just tightly angry voices. Finally he realised we weren't going to back down, and went back to his car and drove off. Here's the thing that baffled me most - he didn't look like some thug; he had a wife and little kid in the car, so what the fuck?