C_nate
Rookie
Just wondering how people respond to certain situations. This is something that happened on my home from work this morning. I'll write down how mine played out below in white. Highlight it to read what a horrible person I am.
It's a quarter to 7 am, you are near the end of your drive home after a typical 8 hour shift at work. You don't feel particularly one way or the other, you feel fine.
Five more minutes and you'll be home. You are quite looking forward to it since you decided to stop and pick up some breakfast for the kids and you know they will be happy.
You are driving down a side street and a block away from the intersection you see an older lady, somewhere in the late 50's to maybe mid 60's range walking two little rat dogs.
As you are driving by her, she holds up two fingers on her left hand and five fingers on her right and and is wildly and expressively mouthing the number "twenty five" at you.
What happens next for you?
I don't know why, maybe it was something about her face, but after about a second, I stopped about 10 feet past her. I took a moment to process what just happened because for some reason I had this feeling of disbelief that it had just happened.
I looked back and she was still standing there looking at me.
I put the car in reverse (there was no traffic around at this hour) and backed up and rolled down my window.
"What was that?" I asked, but my mind was already back up to speed and I had a good idea what the answer was going to be.
"The speed limit is twenty five, this is a res-i-den-tial street." She put emphasis on each syllable.
"You got a speedometer on you?
"You don't have to be a genius to know you were speeding. If you want to do 40 go on the other street"
"First of all, I was going no where near that and second of all, you can go 5 miles over and no one cares."
"There are children here! There is a preschool right over there!"
"Preschool at 6:45 am? Are you out of your mind right now?"
"How would you like it if I went to your street and was fucking speeding around?"
"Who the hell are you?"
"This is my home, I live here!"
"Yeah, I live around here too, why don't you trying minding your own fucking business next time."
The light turns green at the intersection.
"FUCK. YOU." I yell as I floor it and leave her in the dust.
99 times out of 100 I probably would've never stopped, but there was just something about her that irked me. The sad thing was that she was probably hoping for a confrontation and I made it happen for her. I'm guessing any old person that yells at cars passing by doesn't get much social interaction in their life.
Well, that was my morning. HAPPY FRIDAY!
It's a quarter to 7 am, you are near the end of your drive home after a typical 8 hour shift at work. You don't feel particularly one way or the other, you feel fine.
Five more minutes and you'll be home. You are quite looking forward to it since you decided to stop and pick up some breakfast for the kids and you know they will be happy.
You are driving down a side street and a block away from the intersection you see an older lady, somewhere in the late 50's to maybe mid 60's range walking two little rat dogs.
As you are driving by her, she holds up two fingers on her left hand and five fingers on her right and and is wildly and expressively mouthing the number "twenty five" at you.
What happens next for you?
I don't know why, maybe it was something about her face, but after about a second, I stopped about 10 feet past her. I took a moment to process what just happened because for some reason I had this feeling of disbelief that it had just happened.
I looked back and she was still standing there looking at me.
I put the car in reverse (there was no traffic around at this hour) and backed up and rolled down my window.
"What was that?" I asked, but my mind was already back up to speed and I had a good idea what the answer was going to be.
"The speed limit is twenty five, this is a res-i-den-tial street." She put emphasis on each syllable.
"You got a speedometer on you?
"You don't have to be a genius to know you were speeding. If you want to do 40 go on the other street"
"First of all, I was going no where near that and second of all, you can go 5 miles over and no one cares."
"There are children here! There is a preschool right over there!"
"Preschool at 6:45 am? Are you out of your mind right now?"
"How would you like it if I went to your street and was fucking speeding around?"
"Who the hell are you?"
"This is my home, I live here!"
"Yeah, I live around here too, why don't you trying minding your own fucking business next time."
The light turns green at the intersection.
"FUCK. YOU." I yell as I floor it and leave her in the dust.
99 times out of 100 I probably would've never stopped, but there was just something about her that irked me. The sad thing was that she was probably hoping for a confrontation and I made it happen for her. I'm guessing any old person that yells at cars passing by doesn't get much social interaction in their life.
Well, that was my morning. HAPPY FRIDAY!