People confuse me sometimes
Tonight on the way home from the store, I passed a man who was doing about 15 in a 30. As I easily passed him on my motorcycle, he blared his horn and flipped me off. I didn't return any gestures or even shake my head. As I pulled into my apartment complex, he again blared his horn.
While I was talking to my wife in the parking lot, he pulls up. This man has followed me home and is yelling obscenities at me. I tell him I'm not interested then ignore him. He doesn't live in the apartment complex, he just wanted to come by and tell me how much of an asshole I am. Thankfully he never left his car and didn't make any sudden moves, otherwise the outcome might have been different.
I would never dream of doing that to anyone, even the many people who have come close to killing me. You don't know what this person has and how sane they are. I could've been a nutter with a gun for all he knew.
What do you guys think about this?
People confuse me sometimes
My dear Quick Orange,
I often use little stories from the world of the great composers to illustrate a point. Permit me:
The eccentric French composer Eric Satie once said, "When I was young, people used to say to me wait until you're fifty, you'll see. I am fifty," he added, "I still haven't seen anything" (from "Obie's Opus" by Obie Yadgar).
Ozone commandos who wear the label of people are themselves confused. In trying to analyze the driver who verbally attacked you, I don't believe his anger was so much directed at you for your perceived driving method that failed to meet his mastery behind the wheel; rather, it was directed at himself for the misery eating at his insides.
Either way, you did the smart and grownup thing by refusing to crawl in the gutter with him. That, sir, sets apart the ozone commando from the gentleman.
Regards,
Obie