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I don't think I've ever seen someone irk me as much as someone did Sunday morning.
I was heading to Publix (grocery store) to get some things and newspapers (with my wife's article in it).
As I start to pull onto the main road (my light was green) this huge pickup truck decided that he didn't need to stop for a red light (a light that had been red for a while - at least 10-12 seconds) and he goes flying though. Luckily, I hit by brakes so he doesn't kill me.
I pull onto the road and catch up to him at the next light. As I'm driving down the road he's zipping form the far right to far left lane, cutting off other cars, never using his directional, and tailgating. Oddly, I ended up in front of him by the time it came to pull into the Publix parking lot. Of course, he's tailgating me as I pull in, even almost rear-ending me as I STOP at a STOP sign (is that what they're for?).
I pull into a spot and he just goes right into the handicapped spot - no plate, no dangler, and he doesn't have any obvious handicap (he's jogging into the store). I'll give him the benefit of the doubt - my wife's best friend has a handicapped plate and you wouldn't know she's handicapped (vertigo).
I walk into Publix and sadly, I kept running into him in the store. He's driving the carriage as if he was in a demolition derby. Instead of asking people to move the carriages or moving them he's ramming them with his (hitting, but not knocking over a few displays).
When he grabbed something on the shelf about half the time he'd knock something else over (thankfully he didn't need any glass jars while I was around). He always looked at what he knocked over but NEVER picked it up, once he even kicked it off to the side. Even in the frozen food aisle he knocked a few packages out of the freezer and didn't bother to pick them up.
Of course, he checked out around the same time I did. 3 registers plus one express lane are open. Each register has 1-2 people in it, that's it. Yet he's jumping from line to line and demanding that they open a new register (for him, I'm assuming?). Obviously they didn't.
He's in one line but then jumps out to check the others. I notice it is one person and they're almost done so I go in and start unloading. Of course, he gives me an extremely dirty look (how dare I take one of the lines! They're all for him!!). While my order is being run up I hear some things being said by him in a not too positive tone.
As he (and I, sadly) are leaving, he almost pushes his cart into an elderly woman while trying to rush out the front door.
I go out side and he's almost finished unloading (well, throwing) his bags and when he's done he takes the cart and pushes it as hard as he can towards the store. Luckily he didn't hit anything (not even the store). He backs out of his spot (almost hitting a car pulling into the row) and flies out of the parking lot - blowing through two stop signs on the way out.
Now, some people may be confused about the title. No, I didn't make a mistake. I'm glad I saw him as much as it irked me because it reminds me that I would never pull any of the crap he pulled. It reminds me that I am actually a respectful person and I know I'll get the same type of respect back from the average person. I don't have to worry about cooks or wait staff spitting in my food because I'm "that asshole over there". I don't have to worry about the "asshole tax" that some businesses put on people who throw that crap at them.
People like that think they get ahead in life by being a complete asshole Sure, in some professions that may be true but with the general public it won't get you very far.
Yes, I'm glad for people like that. A few minutes of displeasure will make most people think "I don't like the way I was treated, I don't think I could do that to others". I hope I never see you again but I do thank you for the few minutes I had to put up with you (from a distance). Maybe karma caught up with you on the way home in the form of a speeding ticket or a tire blow out.
I was heading to Publix (grocery store) to get some things and newspapers (with my wife's article in it).
As I start to pull onto the main road (my light was green) this huge pickup truck decided that he didn't need to stop for a red light (a light that had been red for a while - at least 10-12 seconds) and he goes flying though. Luckily, I hit by brakes so he doesn't kill me.
I pull onto the road and catch up to him at the next light. As I'm driving down the road he's zipping form the far right to far left lane, cutting off other cars, never using his directional, and tailgating. Oddly, I ended up in front of him by the time it came to pull into the Publix parking lot. Of course, he's tailgating me as I pull in, even almost rear-ending me as I STOP at a STOP sign (is that what they're for?).
I pull into a spot and he just goes right into the handicapped spot - no plate, no dangler, and he doesn't have any obvious handicap (he's jogging into the store). I'll give him the benefit of the doubt - my wife's best friend has a handicapped plate and you wouldn't know she's handicapped (vertigo).
I walk into Publix and sadly, I kept running into him in the store. He's driving the carriage as if he was in a demolition derby. Instead of asking people to move the carriages or moving them he's ramming them with his (hitting, but not knocking over a few displays).
When he grabbed something on the shelf about half the time he'd knock something else over (thankfully he didn't need any glass jars while I was around). He always looked at what he knocked over but NEVER picked it up, once he even kicked it off to the side. Even in the frozen food aisle he knocked a few packages out of the freezer and didn't bother to pick them up.
Of course, he checked out around the same time I did. 3 registers plus one express lane are open. Each register has 1-2 people in it, that's it. Yet he's jumping from line to line and demanding that they open a new register (for him, I'm assuming?). Obviously they didn't.
He's in one line but then jumps out to check the others. I notice it is one person and they're almost done so I go in and start unloading. Of course, he gives me an extremely dirty look (how dare I take one of the lines! They're all for him!!). While my order is being run up I hear some things being said by him in a not too positive tone.
As he (and I, sadly) are leaving, he almost pushes his cart into an elderly woman while trying to rush out the front door.
I go out side and he's almost finished unloading (well, throwing) his bags and when he's done he takes the cart and pushes it as hard as he can towards the store. Luckily he didn't hit anything (not even the store). He backs out of his spot (almost hitting a car pulling into the row) and flies out of the parking lot - blowing through two stop signs on the way out.
Now, some people may be confused about the title. No, I didn't make a mistake. I'm glad I saw him as much as it irked me because it reminds me that I would never pull any of the crap he pulled. It reminds me that I am actually a respectful person and I know I'll get the same type of respect back from the average person. I don't have to worry about cooks or wait staff spitting in my food because I'm "that asshole over there". I don't have to worry about the "asshole tax" that some businesses put on people who throw that crap at them.
People like that think they get ahead in life by being a complete asshole Sure, in some professions that may be true but with the general public it won't get you very far.
Yes, I'm glad for people like that. A few minutes of displeasure will make most people think "I don't like the way I was treated, I don't think I could do that to others". I hope I never see you again but I do thank you for the few minutes I had to put up with you (from a distance). Maybe karma caught up with you on the way home in the form of a speeding ticket or a tire blow out.
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