I had just finished parking my car at work and was picking up the newspaper outside the front door of the office building, when a car and SUV came screaching into the parking lot. The car parked into a spot and just as the SUV pulled in behind it, a guy barrels out and starts screaming at the guy in the parked car. He must have been tough because he wasn't wearing a jacket and his sweater sleeves were rolled-up to his elbows. He bellowed the usual macho bravado, "What's your problem, asshole!" What's your problem, dickhead!" The guy kept yelling the same crap at the guy (I'm assuming these are the only words he knows), who intelligently, remained in his car. This kept on going as I walked into the office building. I strode quickly to my office, which has a window overlooking the parking lot, to see if anyone had been killed or the tough guy had lost his voice from his shrieking...but it was over...the "bully" had left and the guy in the car was walking towards the building.
Now, I don't know what happened on the road; I'm assuming the guy in the car cut-off the SUV. Whatever the case, this hot-head in the SUV is asking for it. I don't care how tough you think you are (this guy's manhood must be really small from the way he was yelling and the size of his SUV), or how many guys you have intimidated by your Neanderthal gruntings, one day the skinny, 90-pound weakling your freaking on is going to pull out a knife and stab you in your fat throat, or, pull out a gun and put a cap in your ass. How tough are you then?
Again, the SUV-guy may have been wronged here, (and he'll probably be dead in 15 years from a stress-induced massive heart-attack, while all the other guy has to do is change his underwear) but get a grip on reality dude. Unclench and relax!
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Holy crap. What drama!
It's pretty amazing how angry people can get while driving a car -- I'm not immune to it either, but it seems like driving has special characteristics that lead to full-blown anger. I'm not sure why.
I mean, I wouldn't (or don't, I guess) start screaming at the top of my lungs when I find myself behind a slow walker at Union Station...or one of those people who stops in the middle of a crowd of walkers to find something in her purse (or his briefcase). We just sigh and keep going. We should develop the same sort of reaction to stupid drivers.
I just think it's cool that you recognize that that dude isn't helping himself. it would be neat to put a heart monitor on these people to show them what they're doing to themselves during these episodes.
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