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The other day, I got a hankering for a bit of caffeine so my workout partner and myself darkened the door of my favorite corporate coffee house. As my WP avoids coffee like the plague (seems a coffee allergy runs in the family), he ordered one of those trendy corporate coffee house creamy cold non-coffee drinks. However, we realized on the way out that they'd put coffee in it. So, being as I now had a mission to suddenly be of service to that glorious man of mine I said...

"I'll go back and bitch at them. I don't want you to get sick."

Why I wanted to do this, I don't know. Any excuse to bitch right?

They were very nice about the whole thing especially when I explained the whole coffee allergy and I now have a free beverage coupon sitting in my purse for future corporate coffee house runs. HOWEVER.....

I was walking out into the parking lot of said corporate coffee house proudly carrying the correct beverage, minding the traffic of Loehman Plaza on the fine fine Eastside. (Factoria to be exact) I looked both ways. A car pulled up and stopped for me to pass. Or so I thought. As I walked forward obviously backlit by the myriad of lights illuminating the lot, the car I was walking in front of began to move forward, slowly at first yet picking up speed. I just narrowly missed becoming a hood ornament due to reflex.

I whipped around full of adrenaline and rage. A plain housewifey woman sat behind the wheel, eyes big, hands covering face with a stupid "oops" expression. I couldn't help it. I had to kick her fucking car. I don't like people trying to run me over. Maybe that makes me less of a person or something.

She was shocked and enraged by my car-kicking action. For a second I thought she was going to get out of her car and come after me. I had to assess wether or not I could take her. Then I realized she was one of those who would rather call the police than fight so I headed to the car where my workout partner sat, patiently awaiting a coconut creme frappuccino. But not without a confrontation.

Shocked Stupid Woman (SSW): WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR???
Rocket Queen (RQ): WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!!!!
SSW: BUT I DIDN'T SEE YOU!!!
RQ: YOU ARE *SUPPOSED* TO PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!!!!!!

She wanted to argue the point further but I figured if I hung around any longer. My rage would take over and things would get ugly. Fuming I turned and quickly walked to the car.

RQ: "Some fucking bitch just tried to run me over."
WP: "Ah... that was it. I thought I heard yelling, but I didn't hear any swearing so I didn't think it was you."

I love that man.

Date: 2002-10-15 12:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] savannarama.livejournal.com
I don't blame you for kicking that car; I wish I had the nerve!

I always think "okay, they might hurt me or make me give up my paycheck" and that stops me, even though it's not so likely.

Date: 2002-10-15 11:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angeljerk.livejournal.com
You ought to try the parking lot at PCC in Issaquah, it's like people think it's SIR or something like that. Or my favorite are those that almost back into you.

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Date: 2002-10-16 10:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rockettqween.livejournal.com
Yeah, I'm known for my "pedestrian road rage". I haven't had to kick a car since I lived in belltown with a 1 and a half year old, crossing the street with a stroller and almost getting nailed by someone who didn't pay attention to a stop sign or signal that they were turning right. Fierce protective mothering instinct or something.

I fear metro busses too. I've almost been run over by them on numerous occasions. Of course you have to dash so far out of their way, you can't kick them or you get squished and the driver wouldn't notice anyway. That's where the middle finger, a loud voice and comfortable usage of profanity come in handy.

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