So. I was out running today, and despite the dreary, drippy weather, I had a perfectly marvelous time. Mostly.
On my way back, I turned onto Minnehaha Parkway and crossed the crosswalk. The guy approaching the intersection (who had, by the way, been slowing down, so I had assumed – erroneously – that he was intending to obey the law) slammed on his breaks and leaned into the horn.
“Get out of the road, c***!” he yelled.
I froze in my tracks. No, I thought. I must have imagined it. There’s absolutely no way that anyone uses that word for real.
Then, he said it again. He was red-faced. Apoplectic. He sputtered. All for a crosswalk. At this point I was more amused than pissed (though, let’s be serious. I was pissed.)
Now, here’s the part where I should mention that the park police were stationed all up and down the highway, snagging idiots who decided that the speed limit didn’t apply to them. So, I looked at my new best friend – who was standing outside of his car, pissed beyond all recognition that I still hadn’t moved out of the way, and I said this: “A one-word insult is all you can manage? I can think of a three word insult for you. The first word being ‘miserable’ and the second word being ‘flaccid’. I won’t tell you what the third word is,” then I skipped up the road, and reported him for failure to yield to a pedestrian in a crosswalk, and continued my run with a merry heart and with the internal glow of responsible citizenship.
So that was my day. How was yours?
4 thoughts on “Hell Hath No Fury”
So much for Minnesota Nice! Sorry that guy was such a jerk, but NICE comeback! You must be a writer! I would have thought of something to say about 15 minutes later…. 🙂
I detest people who fail to obey crosswalk laws. Good for you for reporting him and not losing your temper!
Oh nice work, Kelly!
Geez, what was his childhood trauma?