Yesterday I pulled up behind a silver car waiting at a stoplight. There was another white car to my right, double parked with the blinkers on. Maybe a foot from my passenger side door. Three cars packed together like a Tetris L.
An older, burly dude was walking slowly down the sidewalk, eyeing the parked white car. I assumed it to be his. I also knew there was no way in hell he’d be able to open his driver’s side door. There wasn’t any room with his double park for him to get in.
I started to feel tense. Totally ready for the stoplight to turn green so this whole situation would go away. I like stuff to go away.
This is what your car might’ve looked like in the mid 90s because you crashed into a stopped car on a four lane highway because you had road rage and were pissed at yet another car that had cut you off.
I can honestly say that I don’t try to be a better person today because yesterday I simply thought it was a good idea.
When you know you hate your neighbor: when you don’t go outside to shovel from the last blizzard because their little dog has been barking up its own storm for the last hour. And you’ve also opened the door to specifically yell, “shut the fuck up” at that little dog.