when the elderly attack
Sep. 9th, 2007 03:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
This afternoon I was yelled at by an old man in a motorized cart. I'd just had lunch and was attempting to pull out onto a heavily trafficked boulevard. Upon pulling up to the stop sign, the sidewalk was clear, but I had to sit for a good full minute until there was a break in cars. Just before pulling out, I looked to my right and there was the man (complete with khaki sun hat) sitting agitated in his cart (complete with handlebar basket), gesturing wildly, yelling at me for blocking his path. I had my Pet Shop Boys turned up and couldn't hear what he was saying, but it's obvious he was all like, "Where do these kids learn to drive nowadays? Why aren't you sacrificing your safety for my impatience? Don't you know I gotta doctor's appointment?!" And I was all like, "Hold your horsepower, pal."
It reminded me of another time an old lady got fiercely angry at me for hindering her red-light run. My light had been green for an unquestionable length of time, and as I pulled into the intersection, out she came, peering over the steering wheel, holding her hands up, appalled that I dared block her path. There was no stopping her. The car behind me had to brake and let her through.
It reminded me of another time an old lady got fiercely angry at me for hindering her red-light run. My light had been green for an unquestionable length of time, and as I pulled into the intersection, out she came, peering over the steering wheel, holding her hands up, appalled that I dared block her path. There was no stopping her. The car behind me had to brake and let her through.