I posted this tale to the regular page, but it's worth repeating.
Last year we were hit by a late winter ice storm. The powers that be, in their infernal wisdom, knew it was coming but didn't send us home until---the height of the storm. We had to leave, couldn't stay at work and...yeah, we all wanted out. BUT those two extra hours were worthless....
....to me.
My normal route home is a major highway I can see from the library. It was a parking lot. So I decided to cut across town. And eventually got stuck two cars ahead of Mr. "My Horn Is Bigger Than Yours." We are sitting on a side street, there are TWO cops at the intersection, the main road is blocked off and we are being allowed through two at a time. This guy isn't just beeping--he's leaning on it.
The woman ahead of him got out and explained to him the situation. He apparently called her some select names. At least I recognized a few of the words he called her and some of the acts he suggested she perform on herself.
We got moving again. She went to the left (lucky girl) and I got stuck with him on my case.
He HONKEd and HONKED as if, maybe, he thought there was a piece of equipment in my car that would cause mine to levitate if he honked long enough and he would be free to drive under my offending car.
We finally reached what was the worst intersection: there were at least three cars spun out and stuck, wheels spinning in the ice and snow. No where to go. Literally. I waited and this jerk kept honking. I raised my hands to show there wasn't really anything I could do. He gave me the finger. I managed to edge forward .....and it happened. I was stuck and spinning, too. Did this jerk get his butt out of his car like other people were doing and giving a hand to the people who were spinning? Nope. He sat there honking and honking. And waving his middle fingers. And his girlfriend (deranged sister?) was looking at him with SUCH PRIDE. What a guy!
Finally, he gunned his big van, reversed, then pulled up ONTO THE SIDEWALK, nearly taking me and a telephone poll with him. I am ashamed to say I had had it by then and I dropped to his level for six seconds and gave him the finger, too. (Well, it seemed to work for him....)
He responded in kind and added a touch of his own...he....LICKED....HIS...WINDOW.
The woman with hims was grinning ear to ear. Clearly these people were deranged and I was thrilled not to be involved anymore. A few minutes later a van full of guys came along and got everyone else unstuck (apparently they were driving around the city doing this) .
I never found out what happened to Mr. Licks the Window...but it would have been a nice piece of karma to find him stuck somewhere while everyone honked at him.
On another note: I knew a woman once who was stuck and spinning her wheels and some nut job was honking at her. She finally got out and said to him "You know, it isn't working. Maybe I should sit in your car and honk and you should get in my car and gun the engine."
RGH. Why are these people suffering from the notion that they are the ONLY ones being inconvenienced?
