Yesterday I was out grocery shopping. I turned right when there was a little gap in traffic, and although it didn't put anyone in danger, apparently the man in the minivan behind me was mad. Really mad.
He laid on his horn for a long time. Three times. Okay, I waved to him. I get it. You're mad.
I pulled onto the shoulder of the road to turn into the parking lot of the grocery store. He sped up in front of me and then cut me off, and this time it was dangerous. I slammed on my brakes, and now I was getting mad.
I found a parking space and just sat there for a minute, fuming. Meanwhile, crazy road rage guy circled the parking lot and stopped behind my van, so he could scream obscenities at me. I just sat there, waiting it out.
Finally, he left and I went in to do my shopping, but my heart was racing the way it does when you have a near-accident. It was a really not-so-nice way to start my day.
However, there was a woman who witnessed the whole thing from her car. She waited for him to leave, and waited for me to leave my car so that she could apologize on his behalf. She said she had no idea why he was such a jerk, and said she hoped I would have a nice day anyway. Nice.
Now, I have a cold. Not so nice. But I do have an excuse to sit and drink tea and watch tv and read. Nice.