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I'm not sure if it's just another bumpkin who doesn't know any better, or someone who just really has no clue how dangerous it is to pick fights with other motorists (off the records here but not too long ago, two men were involved in a cut-off situation on the road and a chase ensued and the guy who was followed went home and got a gun!).
I was leaving the gas station this morning. There is no stop sign but naturally you ought to at least yield if you are turning left because there is a mini mall across the street, the highway to the left, and a service road to the right.
Well, Bubba J and his enormous pickemuptruck hauling several tons of god knows what did not want to have to maneuver into the parking lot around me trying to yield. He wanted IN the parking lot, NOW.
I looked to my left, the way I was going to turn, and I see Bubba J in his Carhart jacket, violently shrug his shoulders at me, then proceed to start flaring his arms in all directions, left right left right left right, then finally settles on using his right arm to violently whip to the left left left left, his mouth was wide agape and I could make out "GO YOU DUMB BITCH!"
(oh yes, reading lips is a talent I picked up working in a department in the factory I work at that requires ear plugs and having to shout at one another, when it's even too loud to hear that, you eventually just slowly mouth words to one another. If someone talks slowly enough, I can read lips pretty well. Considering he was shouting and had his mouth wide open, it was easy to tell what he was saying)
Avoiding the always present temptation of raising the middle finger, I kept it down and turned left and shouted back at him something about being an inbred dick.
There are times I get frustrated at people, but seriously? The violent hand/arm gestures and the obnoxious flipping out? Is that even necessary?
What a show.
I was leaving the gas station this morning. There is no stop sign but naturally you ought to at least yield if you are turning left because there is a mini mall across the street, the highway to the left, and a service road to the right.
Well, Bubba J and his enormous pickemuptruck hauling several tons of god knows what did not want to have to maneuver into the parking lot around me trying to yield. He wanted IN the parking lot, NOW.
I looked to my left, the way I was going to turn, and I see Bubba J in his Carhart jacket, violently shrug his shoulders at me, then proceed to start flaring his arms in all directions, left right left right left right, then finally settles on using his right arm to violently whip to the left left left left, his mouth was wide agape and I could make out "GO YOU DUMB BITCH!"
(oh yes, reading lips is a talent I picked up working in a department in the factory I work at that requires ear plugs and having to shout at one another, when it's even too loud to hear that, you eventually just slowly mouth words to one another. If someone talks slowly enough, I can read lips pretty well. Considering he was shouting and had his mouth wide open, it was easy to tell what he was saying)
Avoiding the always present temptation of raising the middle finger, I kept it down and turned left and shouted back at him something about being an inbred dick.
There are times I get frustrated at people, but seriously? The violent hand/arm gestures and the obnoxious flipping out? Is that even necessary?
What a show.
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