Friday, November 20, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
FW: Friday
So, this was what my Friday was like. We were at the parking lot to Target.
I was on my way in to the store with my wife and a van was parked in the pedestrian cross walk. I guess he was letting somebody out or something. We’re right at the front side of the driver’s window when the guy starts to accelerate, I stop my wife abruptly and gesture for the dude to go ahead. I say something like obviously it’s more important to you to go, so go ahead, you go first! His window is rolled up and he’s telling me to go first and he’s repeating it multiple times. So, my wife and I go around the front of the van and proceed to the entrance of the store. I hear that he’s rolling his window down and so I loudly say that some people obviously don’t know how to drive, like this idiot (I wanted to make sure he heard bc I was pissed).
So we go into the store and we start shopping. You know, we needed curtains to our apartment because you can see everything through the blinds, you know? Then the dude comes storming up the isle and he asks if I was the dude from the parking lot, I say I am and he starts off about me mumbling out there and him not hearing what I had said. I told him I didn’t mumble, that I was pretty clear and that I called him in IDIOT because of his driving tactics. He was already standing pretty close when he stormed up on me, like about three feet away from me, at that point in our conversation, my wife and I are holding hands and I move her behind me and let her go. He then cuts his distance from me in half and I can smell all the stale and unclean odors from him. He smells like cigarette smoke and stale BO and just a huge mess of nastiness (BTW the dude is just as tall as I am and twice my width in blubber). I’m not paying attention to what he’s saying at this point, he’s yelling, I’m replying to piss him off and I’m paying attention to his body language. He starts to pull his fist back and then tightens it, I’m relishing the adrenaline flowing through my body and I’m just asking for him to take the first swing so I can break his jaw. I was really craving the fight at about that point. I don’t lose eye contact with him as his body is tensing up and he’s puffing his chest out. Then, out of nowhere, he deflates. Walks off and says something about how it’s people like me that make this world… and he just leaves.
My wife and I resume our shopping and I later regret the fact that I really wanted him to swing so I could hurt him and you know… I’m not a violent person so I’m really in the dumps about the fact that I really wanted to hurt him… yeah, that was that.
