I spoke too soon

Yesterday I wrote all about how I feel with senior drivers. I was all fired up about it. Yeah... should have kept my mouth shut and my thoughts quiet.

After I got out of work, I went to a walk I had organized with a meetup group. Great walk! We had a nice pace. I think we did around 4+ miles in 1 hour and 15 minutes. It was nice. I felt so good that on my way home I decided I wanted a salad for dinner. So I went to the pub across the street from me and to get a great salad.

I pulled up the hill into the parking lot and I couldn't believe how crowded it was! The parking lot was FULL! I saw reverse lights on a car pulled into a space up ahead on my left. I waited where I was in the aisle for him to back out and I was going to take the spot.

While I was sitting there, something directly to my left caught my attention. It was reverse lights of the car pulled into the space beside me. I thought, "he'll see me when he turns around to look before he backs up." The car started to back up.

In shock that this Honda was headed right into the drivers side door of my little car, I SLAMMED my had down on my horn... and didn't let go. A very long and loud BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPP went through the parking lot. The car kept coming.

At this point, the car I was waiting to back out WAS backing out. I had to pull forward or the Honda was going to go right into me. I don't know how I didn't hit the other car, but Honda missed backing into me my INCHES!

I pulled right into the now vacant space I had been waiting for. The 80 year old man emerged from the Honda YELLING AT ME! He screamed, "what is your problem?" I (very confused) said, "What?" Mr. Old Man said, "didn't you see me? Why were you driving behind me? Didn't you see me backing up?" (ARE YOU KIDDING ME?)

I walked over and said "I wasn't moving" He again yelled "why were you driving like that? Didn't you see me?"

I tried to explain. I said, "No, I didn't see you, because I was stopped behind your car waiting for a parking space. I wasn't moving! You were backing up into me."

He kept yelling at me for driving through the parking lot like that and grumbling this and that. I was PISSED! I WASN'T MOVING! MY FOOT WAS ON THE BRAKE AND I WAS STOPPED WAITING FOR A PARKING SPACE!

Mr. Old Blind Man got back into his Honda (with the handicap sign hanging from his rear view mirror) and started to drive.

I got closer to his car and knocked on his window.

He opened the door.


I might not have been right, but I was pissed and I WAS STOPPED. If he hit me it would have been his fault... so said the 5 people standing in the parking lot I talked to on my way into the restaurant. They said he missed me by inches and I was lucky I moved my car forward to get away from him.)



Mr. Old Man opened the door of the Honda and I yelled into his car, "THAT'S WHY OLD PEOPLE KILL 4 YEAR OLDS! CUZ YOU CAN'T SEE!"