DWBI--Driving While Being an Idiot

So, picture this:

I swing into the parking lot in front the Rite-Aid and prepare to make a left. I even have my flippin’ blinker on. Coming out of the row (into which I—blinker flashing!—hope to turn) is a big ol’ SUV, driven by a woman. She’s half in/half out of the aisle, stopped, and talking to someone who’s at her door. Ahead of me, a car is backing out of the slots that face the store, so there’s really nothing for me to do but wait. Which I do. Patiently.

Finally, the big ol’ SUV starts to move in my direction, only she miscalculates and can’t quite make the turn, so now she’s facing me head-on.

I wait some more.

She backs up, corrects, and as she approaches, I sense one of those impending sheepish waves with a mouthed “sorry”.

Instead, I get: “Thanks, BITCH!”

H-okay.

I rerun the scene in my mind. Apparently, I—the one forced to wait while she chatted with her friend—I—the one right where I was supposed to be with my bloody blinker on—should have backed up so she didn’t have to.

And for this indiscretion, I deserved to be called a bitch.

Grrrrrrrrrrr.

All I have to say is that in this day and age, I don't care where you are--bedroom community, downtown L.A., or racing down the 101--screaming ephithets at another driver (particularly one in the right) can have a serious impact on your life expectancy.