WARNING: LONG RANT
The following incident happened to me a couple of weeks ago.
I live in New York City and although New Yorkers can be pretty uncivilized, abrasive, agressive, etc., there is one unwritten rule that everybody follows. Well, almost everybody.
You don’t steal a (hard-to-find) parking space someone else clearly has claim to.
After driving a around for about 30 minutes one morning, I finally found a back-in parking space. It was on a street with room for two lanes of traffic. There was a vehicle double-parked opposite the spot (no one inside). As I stopped in front of the spot, I turned on my hazard lights (double blinkers) to signal I was stopping for the spot.
As soon as I stopped, the driver behind me pulled right up on my bumper and started honking. Since there were several cars behind him and I had clearly staked out the spot, I decided to pull up and let them pass.
Big mistake.
The Original King of Assholery™ pulled up and backed into the spot. I immediately pulled over and got out and confronted him. The very fact that he finished parking, got out and walked away without looking me in the face, tells me he knew he was wrong.
In addition to my peaceful imprecations asking him to move, I finally had to remind him that as a fellow African-American, he was a prime example of the disrespect, self-hatred and self-interest that prevent us from coming together as a peole. (Well, not that eruditely – I also suggested he was prime example a certain six-letter word I know).
I do intend to do him evil. I just can’t right now because something is coming up where I’m going to need good karma, but, oh boy, afterwards. (Does karma work that way?)
If anybody wants to know what it I’m going to do, let me know. It’s a doozy. I’m actually going to patent it.
Although I was fuming, to my credit, when I found a parking space about five minutes later, a young lady asked me for a battery charge and I, retaining my usual good nature, obliged.