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Zero to Sixty
Jun. 5th, 2006 11:41 pmI don't suffer from road rage. I don't get grumpy when there's nothing but long lines at the store, or do more than burrow deeper into a book if the doctor's office is running late. I tend to think I have a pretty good tolerance for irritation. But -
I am wrong. I went from 'la-la-la, what shall I do with the rest of the day' to absolutely enraged in under 15 seconds today. Why? Because while I was waiting in line in my car to drop off a perscription, the woman in front of me rolled down her window and dropped a great big wad of trash onto the curb of the building. I got so mad I honked my horn (I've never heard my horn honk, at least now I know what it sounds like) then pointed at her mess and mouthed "Clean that up!" She, of course, after catching my eye, mouthed "no". And then - I got out of my car, picked up her trash while she was pulling forward and stomped back to my vehicle.
And you know what she did? Yelled, "Thanks" as she dropped off her script.
I'm still a little peeved about it. Probably because I supressed all the things I wanted to do in favor of the polite, don't-need-a-cop sort of thing I did.
Would you mind if I called her a bitch? No, having typed that, I can't let it stand... I don't know her at all and who knows, maybe she'll learn something and not do that again (and maybe I'll jinx that if I'm too nasty about it. Who knows?).
But still. I learned something about myself today. Be rude to me, I can deal. Be rude to Mother Earth, and I'll volcano.
I am wrong. I went from 'la-la-la, what shall I do with the rest of the day' to absolutely enraged in under 15 seconds today. Why? Because while I was waiting in line in my car to drop off a perscription, the woman in front of me rolled down her window and dropped a great big wad of trash onto the curb of the building. I got so mad I honked my horn (I've never heard my horn honk, at least now I know what it sounds like) then pointed at her mess and mouthed "Clean that up!" She, of course, after catching my eye, mouthed "no". And then - I got out of my car, picked up her trash while she was pulling forward and stomped back to my vehicle.
And you know what she did? Yelled, "Thanks" as she dropped off her script.
I'm still a little peeved about it. Probably because I supressed all the things I wanted to do in favor of the polite, don't-need-a-cop sort of thing I did.
Would you mind if I called her a bitch? No, having typed that, I can't let it stand... I don't know her at all and who knows, maybe she'll learn something and not do that again (and maybe I'll jinx that if I'm too nasty about it. Who knows?).
But still. I learned something about myself today. Be rude to me, I can deal. Be rude to Mother Earth, and I'll volcano.
