Name: Anonymous 2006-05-09 15:55
Interesting thing happened to me today, /b/. While trying to get out of the school parking lot (which is hard and frustrating consider there is only one road out of it and it has a huge speed bump in front of it). I did what I usually do and assert myself into the line out of school (which usually means when the cars move forward, I squeeze myself into the space left by the other car. It's usually a small space.) Most people are considerate enough to let me take the place.
Not today though.
Some guy in a large truck kept trying to close me off, which by the time I got up there. either meant letting me have the space in front of him or a car crash. So, he stops abruptly, gets out of his car, approaches my car (which is a beat up Ford Tempo) kicks it, attempts to open my locked door, and hits the window with an open palm and says "IF YOU EVER CUT ME OFF AGAIN." I just grinned and he stormed off back to his truck.
I pondered this for a while. The guy has a nice, shiny, huge truck, a good looking girlfriend (sitting shotgun in his truck), and looks like he's doing pretty well for himself. I have no one, I'm ashamed of myself daily, and a car that I bought for $1,000 that I wouldn't care if somebody jumped on. I get cut off abruptly rather frequently by other people. He looks like he has a lot more to be happy for than I do.
So why is it that it's him that's getting so hot-headed about things like that, and not me?
Not today though.
Some guy in a large truck kept trying to close me off, which by the time I got up there. either meant letting me have the space in front of him or a car crash. So, he stops abruptly, gets out of his car, approaches my car (which is a beat up Ford Tempo) kicks it, attempts to open my locked door, and hits the window with an open palm and says "IF YOU EVER CUT ME OFF AGAIN." I just grinned and he stormed off back to his truck.
I pondered this for a while. The guy has a nice, shiny, huge truck, a good looking girlfriend (sitting shotgun in his truck), and looks like he's doing pretty well for himself. I have no one, I'm ashamed of myself daily, and a car that I bought for $1,000 that I wouldn't care if somebody jumped on. I get cut off abruptly rather frequently by other people. He looks like he has a lot more to be happy for than I do.
So why is it that it's him that's getting so hot-headed about things like that, and not me?