I yelled at two old ladies.
I have a problem with what folks call nowadays "road rage." Actually it's not just when I'm driving. I could be walking, or riding a bike, and get just as annoyed at people. People are just stupid. And I have anger management issues.
Last Friday Morning after dropping Holly off at her job, (at parking lot N11), my exit path was blocked by a line of cars stretching all the way from the gate to the Tate Center parking lot to Lumpkin St.
Apparently, the old lady at the front of the line had decided she didn't want to park in the Tate Center lot. Fair enough. We all make mistakes. The geniuses at UGA Parking Services, in their infinite wisdom, have decreed that one may not (ever) enter the Tate Center parking lot without either paying or receiving a citation, even if your only purpose for entering, is to turn around and immediately exit (and thus facilitate the movement of the eleven or so cars that are behind you.)
The parking attendant, also an old lady, and Chinese-looking, not that there's anything wrong with that, got out of her booth and signaled for the other cars to back up. Which they reluctantly did as best they could considering the physical constraints they faced. This was not sufficient for the poor old lady at the front of the line to back up. Alas she was too timid, and the lane to her left had traffic passing by to boot.
So in a couple minutes she gets out of her car to ask the girl behind her to back up some more. At this point I am furious. More than anything, I just wish the stupid parking people would let her in the gated lot so she could turn around right away and come back out, which was all the little old lady and everyone else waiting on her wanted.
I was losing it, so I honked a couple times. Then the old Chinese woman emerged from the parking control hut, so I got out of my car to yell at her: "Why don't you just let her in and back out right away?"
"No, we can't do that. She has to either pay or get a parking ticket."
"Bullshit!"
Then the old lady started blubbering something about how she would just go ahead and get a ticket. I took pity on her in my own unique way by yelling at her that she was retarded and shouldn't be driving.
Just then the girl behind her pulled away, thus clearing a path for me. As soon as my shouts had reached the old women's ears, I was back in the car, making it through the hole to turn left to get to Lumpkin St. and freedom.
I immediately felt guilty. Not about what I shouted to the Parking drone. That policy if it is true, IS bullshit. But the poor old lady driver, I shouldn't have taken it out on her. I'll probably see her sometime at work and she'll call me out as the rude young man that shouted at her in the Tate parking lot entrance.
Last Friday Morning after dropping Holly off at her job, (at parking lot N11), my exit path was blocked by a line of cars stretching all the way from the gate to the Tate Center parking lot to Lumpkin St.
Apparently, the old lady at the front of the line had decided she didn't want to park in the Tate Center lot. Fair enough. We all make mistakes. The geniuses at UGA Parking Services, in their infinite wisdom, have decreed that one may not (ever) enter the Tate Center parking lot without either paying or receiving a citation, even if your only purpose for entering, is to turn around and immediately exit (and thus facilitate the movement of the eleven or so cars that are behind you.)
The parking attendant, also an old lady, and Chinese-looking, not that there's anything wrong with that, got out of her booth and signaled for the other cars to back up. Which they reluctantly did as best they could considering the physical constraints they faced. This was not sufficient for the poor old lady at the front of the line to back up. Alas she was too timid, and the lane to her left had traffic passing by to boot.
So in a couple minutes she gets out of her car to ask the girl behind her to back up some more. At this point I am furious. More than anything, I just wish the stupid parking people would let her in the gated lot so she could turn around right away and come back out, which was all the little old lady and everyone else waiting on her wanted.
I was losing it, so I honked a couple times. Then the old Chinese woman emerged from the parking control hut, so I got out of my car to yell at her: "Why don't you just let her in and back out right away?"
"No, we can't do that. She has to either pay or get a parking ticket."
"Bullshit!"
Then the old lady started blubbering something about how she would just go ahead and get a ticket. I took pity on her in my own unique way by yelling at her that she was retarded and shouldn't be driving.
Just then the girl behind her pulled away, thus clearing a path for me. As soon as my shouts had reached the old women's ears, I was back in the car, making it through the hole to turn left to get to Lumpkin St. and freedom.
I immediately felt guilty. Not about what I shouted to the Parking drone. That policy if it is true, IS bullshit. But the poor old lady driver, I shouldn't have taken it out on her. I'll probably see her sometime at work and she'll call me out as the rude young man that shouted at her in the Tate parking lot entrance.
posted by Model Consumer at 22:22
1 Comments:
You're always yelling at folks, Patrick. That poor dude this morning was scared! Granted, he was only near the cross walk, but still. WTF? Also, don't go telling the crazies where I park. They'll come peel the John Kerry sticker off my car.
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