i forgot about this aspect of driving. how really little things can irritate you…
so this morning i park at the top of beaumont street, opposite the randolph hotel, to drop charlotte off. i’m sitting there waiting to get back into the traffic. then this bloke does this weird u-turn move in the middle of traffic and squeezes his nose in the small bit of loading-zone space in front of me.
i’m expecting him to carry on his weird 6-point turn manoeuvre, as he can’t possibly be wanting to park there.
the bastard. he is indeed trying to park there. so i look at him incredulously. and then i think, well lets help the guy out, i’ll reverse a little and then he can manoeuvre himself into there.
so i reverse a little – and he comes slots in a bit. i reverse a little more, and he comes forward a little more. by this stage i’ve moved out of the parking zone. now theres enough space behind him to reverse into and park comfortably, but the guy wants more space. maybe he’s a nervous parallel parker (not that what he’s doing is remotely parallel, it isn’t even perpendicular).
so i reverse a little bit more. and then what does the guy do? he nudges forward, stops the car and gets out. he doesn’t reverse back in. the fucker just wanted to push me back and had no intention of needing to reverse properly into place. whats more, is i can’t get out now, ’cause his nose is right up against mine. so i have to reverse some more to get out.
and as the guy walks up onto the pavement i see that he’s got this randolf hotel outfit on, as if he’s some important head waiter or something. very important clearly. but he looks like a rough diamond without the diamond inside.
and, as he walks away he gives me this degenerate/nasty look. like something that crawled out from the dark ages.
and i sit there and think THE FUCKER!!!
and suddenly now i’m angry. i mean, not as much, ’cause i’ve had a chat to people and seen nice ducks and a pretty river on the way to work, but theres this anger inside me. unreleased. like sexual frustration.
and you know, i know its a small thing. i know that it is. but for some reason i can’t get over it. i don’t even know what it is thats bothering me about it? has it hurt my ego? my sense of justice? what? i don’t know.
its the silliest thing, but it just wont go away…