I'm leaving the grocery store, calmly taking my cart through the maze of cars in the parking lot. Our grocery store sucks (for many reasons) because it is in a crowded neighborhood that only has a tiny spot for a parking lot, which forces you to either go all the way around the cars (which would take forever) or go through them. The spots are large enough that you can easily navigate between them as long as everyone parks evenly. So, I'm leaving and I slightly nick the side mirror of a mid-90s Volvo station wagon. I stop, I peer at it. No damage. I was going to leave a note if I'd cracked the mirror. Nothing.
Suddenly a man rushes towards me yelling. I can't understand what he's saying, he's just yelling. I assume he's the owner of the car. I take a few steps away, as he is RUNNING AND YELLING. He opens his driver side door (I am on the passenger side) and HONKS at me. I raise an eyebrow. He leaps out of the car and I take a few more steps away.
"YOU HIT MY CAR!!! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING???" he yells.
"I don't think there's any damage" I say politely, I'm a little amused at his antics. He makes some sort of angry frustrated noise. He is small and preppy and obviously loves his Volvo station wagon. At this point I'm not sure why he's so angry. Living in a city you start to understand that everything is close together, sometimes, especially in crowded parking lots and on the street your car might get nicked up a little. I have NEVER hit anyone with my car, but the grocery store parking lot is an especially dangerous place, with carts flying everywhere and such.
However, Little Preppy Man is VERY MAD. I mean "mad" in the "crazy" sense as well as the "angry" one. He's shaking. So I say to him "I'm so sorry" and then start to walk away. There's no issue here and I'm not going to waste my day talking to him, what does he want to do call the insurance company about it? He yells after me,
"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?"
I turn and say "What is it that you want?" He doesn't answer. I'm starting to get a little angry myself. He seems to want to yell at someone, and apparently it's going to be me. So I laugh, maybe not the best choice, but I laugh. Then I say "Would you care to come hit my car? I'll lend you my cart." This makes him angrier, I admit, I knew it would. And he yells "You stupid bitch, your car probably isn't worth hitting." Which only makes me laugh more, and I say "Nope, probably not. Have a great day" and I really walk away. I hear him scream,
"DUMBASS WHITE-TRASH BITCH!!!"
I think to myself; "White trash?" Because I am a bitch, and it was a little dumbass-ish of me to ever-so-slightly nick his little mirror, but I never have been, or ever could be described as white trash. Then I get in my Jeep, which probably isn't worth hitting, and drove home, all the while trying to forgive him for being so angry and mean.
Suddenly a man rushes towards me yelling. I can't understand what he's saying, he's just yelling. I assume he's the owner of the car. I take a few steps away, as he is RUNNING AND YELLING. He opens his driver side door (I am on the passenger side) and HONKS at me. I raise an eyebrow. He leaps out of the car and I take a few more steps away.
"YOU HIT MY CAR!!! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING???" he yells.
"I don't think there's any damage" I say politely, I'm a little amused at his antics. He makes some sort of angry frustrated noise. He is small and preppy and obviously loves his Volvo station wagon. At this point I'm not sure why he's so angry. Living in a city you start to understand that everything is close together, sometimes, especially in crowded parking lots and on the street your car might get nicked up a little. I have NEVER hit anyone with my car, but the grocery store parking lot is an especially dangerous place, with carts flying everywhere and such.
However, Little Preppy Man is VERY MAD. I mean "mad" in the "crazy" sense as well as the "angry" one. He's shaking. So I say to him "I'm so sorry" and then start to walk away. There's no issue here and I'm not going to waste my day talking to him, what does he want to do call the insurance company about it? He yells after me,
"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?"
I turn and say "What is it that you want?" He doesn't answer. I'm starting to get a little angry myself. He seems to want to yell at someone, and apparently it's going to be me. So I laugh, maybe not the best choice, but I laugh. Then I say "Would you care to come hit my car? I'll lend you my cart." This makes him angrier, I admit, I knew it would. And he yells "You stupid bitch, your car probably isn't worth hitting." Which only makes me laugh more, and I say "Nope, probably not. Have a great day" and I really walk away. I hear him scream,
"DUMBASS WHITE-TRASH BITCH!!!"
I think to myself; "White trash?" Because I am a bitch, and it was a little dumbass-ish of me to ever-so-slightly nick his little mirror, but I never have been, or ever could be described as white trash. Then I get in my Jeep, which probably isn't worth hitting, and drove home, all the while trying to forgive him for being so angry and mean.
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