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Tuesday, October 11, 2005


In front of the building where I work there's a large intersection. There's a lot of traffic both automotive and pedestrian. If you need to make a right hand turn and there are pedestrians on the corner to your right waiting to cross, the etiquette (and the law for that matter) is that when the light turns green, pedestrians have the right of way so you have to wait for them to get out of the way and then you go. Makes sense.

Well, the other day at lunch time I was waiting for the light to change so I could make a right hand turn. There were no pedestrians waiting to cross in front of me. When the light changed to green, I started to make my turn. I was in the crosswalk when out of no where came a woman sprinting down the sidewalk trying to get to the intersection before I could make my turn so that she could cross in front of me. But it was too late. I was already too far out in the intersection so I just kept going past her.

I'm pretty sure the woman thought I was a fucking asshole for doing that because she gave me a dirty look. Also, she screamed, "FUCKING ASSHOLE!" and slapped my car as I drove off. She frightened me. I just kept going but I had to wonder if I should have stopped and said something back. Should I have taken the time to explain my side? Should I have called her a name back? What do you think I should have done? Let me know by leaving a comment below.


At 10/11/2005 5:04 PM, Anonymous said...

I would have done what you did.

At 10/11/2005 5:05 PM, Anonymous said...

I would have told her not to touch my car. She didn't need to come flyin' in like that. Maybe you should have hit her.

At 10/12/2005 8:11 AM, Anonymous said...

I would probably vote for Dick Cheney, but I am worried about his bad ticker.

Jim Hyde

At 10/12/2005 8:18 AM, DasGort said...

It doesn't sound like she would have been in the state of mind to calmly hear the side of someone she doesn't know, and who, in her opinion, did her wrong. Leaving was the best thing...next to tossing it into reverse and rolling over her a few times.


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