I sit there for a split second and think to myself, why can't this lady just help me out by backing up a little. I can see that there are no vehicles behind her, so what is her problem? She is surely in a hurry, I tell myself. I roll down my window and she does that same. Apparently she wants to have a conversation about this whole dilemma. She speaks to me in the tongue of snoot. "There is a car in front of me that I didn't see backing up." Apparently, she did not see me backing up either as she made her lap around this zigzag track. I ask her to back up or do something other than just sit there blocking me. Several seconds of these back and forths go by as we both begin to butt heads over this. Eventually, she proceeds forward and in doing so says, "you jerk."
I am now able to fix my vehicle placement within a matter of seconds as I notice this lady rushing down the first lap and around to the second lap in front of me. My hands are trembling, as I do not like confrontations. Every time I get into any kind of altercation or situation I do not like, I begin to tremble and shake as my heart begins to race. This would be no exception.
I can see that she pulled into a spot just down and across from me in the other lane and I am about to confront her again, seeing as I am already overly frustrated with her. I ask her what her problem was and confront her about calling me a jerk in front of my child I was toting along. She says, "because you are a jerk, you jerk." I forget exactly what I told her next, but it had something to do with being respectful around kids, especially mine and teaching them how you want them to act. You see......she had a child with her also! He was older. Probably about 4 or 5 years of age. Note, I am not stopping as I walk be her on my way to the eatery I was headed to in the first place. I just speak to her through the wind, hoping she will wise up and realize the errors of her way. This did not happen. So, as I continued at a brisk pace I said, whatever and left it with that.
I finally open the door to the establishment I wanted to make it to and glance back. This parking lot racer is headed my way. I think to myself, you have to be
I have now made it back to the van and place the little human into his car seat, just as carefully as I have placed the cupcakes I had just received into the floor board. All buckled in securely, I begin to back out noticing speed racer is also backing out. She swiftly leaves and heads toward the exit, just as swiftly as she had come in just moments earlier.
Lady, look at yourself in the mirror. You are a much bigger jerk!
By the way, these cupcakes are to die for. Gigi's is the place to get a cupcake! Just try not to be an ass as you rush for the closest location.