ika13

I know this is really really trite, but people with their Sporty Utility-Type vehicles need to learn how to operate a truck, especially in the city. I don't think they understand this is not a sports car they are driving, it is one step down from a mobile home. I was going down Craig St. (right by my apartment) at 5 o'clock today, and I was following this guy in some big giant car so big that it could be used to trasport the Loch Ness Monster's corpse. Anyhow, this guy has his right turn signal on, so I figure he's gonna turn right at the corner, so I'm following him and, lo and behold, he wants to back into the parking place parallel to me. Well normally I'd be happy to oblige, but behind me stretched a line of something like 3 blocks worth of cars, so there wasn't much I could do. He persisted in backing up, however, so I had to lay on the horn. After playing this game for like 3 minutes, he just started to sit there. The light at the corner went through 3 or 4 cycles before the shmuck comes out of the car and storms over to proceed screaming at me to back up. After I explained to him how, unfortunetly, my Honda does not have the "phase through solid matter" option and as such backing up may be a problem he proceeded to yell at me to just go around him. I wouldn't normally have a problem with this either, but not only was it rush hour, but there is also only one lane. Thus, if I go in the other lane I am pretty much putting up a big red flag that says "Either give me a ticket or a head-on collision because I'm stupid." Needless to say at this point it became a matter or principle (obviously!) and nobody was moving anywhere. Meanwhile traffic behind us is now backed up to somewhere around Cleveland. Finally the guy behind me peeled around so I was finally able to just back up and let the jerk wad have the parking place. DIfficult, difficult people. The bright side, however, is that behind me now was the Bookmobile for the library, and the driver proceeded to cuss the guy out something awful. Hehe, he got cussed out by the Bookmobile. All I'm thankful for in retrospect is that I didn't go with my impulse and start gesticulating menacingly with the knife I keep in the car. That might have made things worse instead of better.