I was walking down the street two days ago. I was on the sidewalk walking in the direction with the traffic. After almost a mile, I stopped at the corner to drink some water and catch my breadth.
There was a car stopped with its blinker on preparing to make a left hand turn. The driver put her hand out of her window and waved me to go ahead and cross, but I was tired. Like I said, I was catching my breadth and drinking water.
Eventually, she went, and as she made the turn she decided to put her window down and yell, “You have the right-away asshole!”
Now, if I could bring that woman back, I would say,
“You were so mad that I didn’t cross the street, you cursed at me, why? I know I can cross the street, I know I have the right-away-I’m a pedestrian. I’ve been crossing street for 40 years, I understand the rules of the road. If I waved you to go, but you decided not to, I wouldn’t have called you an asshole. So tell me, why did that bother you so much, and why did you curse at me?”
You’re a grown woman, probably in your 60’s. I don’t know where your anger is coming from, but please, don’t take it out on me. Before we met at that exact crossing point, I had already walked a mile, but what I do is none of your business.
Maybe you need anger management classes.
Nooz Buffet 