Today, I pulled up to an intersection to make a left turn. At that moment, a woman started walking across the street. She looked up and saw me waiting to turn and deliberately slowed her pace, giving me an insolent and challenging look as she sashayed at a snail’s pace. Refusing to be provoked, I gave her a friendly smile and began looking at the flower garden of the house to my left. When she made it to the opposite curb, she increased her speed.
Two months ago, I was going shopping with my mother. The small parking lot was packed full-- we had to wait for a spot to open. Mom saw a lady heading to her car, so she pulled up behind to wait. The woman looked at us and proceeded to dwadle. She put something in the backseat, and rearanged things back there. She opened her trunk, fiddled around in there for a few moments, then got into the car. She turned on the engine (presumably for the air because it’s hot) then applied lipstick, cleaned her glasses, and finally, running out of things to do, just sat there. It was very obvious that she was just doing it to be nasty.
I guess I’m just bewildered by people who go out of their way to antagonize complete strangers. I sort of feel sorry for them, because life must have been very cruel to them to make them want to get “revenge” on random strangers. At the same time, I’m frustrated, because I want to shout to them, “Okay, I get it. I understand. You have all the power. You’ve inconvenienced me. I admit defeat. Are you satisfied? Can I get on with my day now?”