Signs
Something is going on, as that devilish moon gets bright.
Sign #1.
Pulling out of Rite-Aid turning left while another turning right pulling in. I pull out, and the idiot behind the car that is pulling in pulls into my lane, entirely into my lane heading toward me. Fortunately, I didn’t freak out. The clown heading toward me slammed on his breaks skidding by me and almost hit the guy pulling in.
Sign #2.
Another driver forgets who has the right of way and raises their arms as I abide; I don’t think it was the-finger I saw displayed as a sign of their disapproval.
Sign #3.
In a big Shop & Save parking lot, I sat by myself surrounded by a row of adjacent unoccupied parking slots. I needed to send a message and where I sat seemed like a good spot. With my nose buried in the phone, I became aware of a truck backing up and parking alongside me. I thought this to be odd, given all the available choices.
Not only was I disturbed but the guy driving was also backing in and cutting his corner around my front end to acutely. I beeped my horn, and he stops before making contact. He pulls forward and proceeds to back in leaving two inches between our vehicles.
I tried to ignore this ignoramus, but I had to consider the damage to my car if he sought to open his door. I beeped again and pointed at the proximity of our vehicles. He appeared to turn instantly red and started shouting something at me, but our windows were up. All I could see was spittle hitting the window.
I decided to return home, and this nut blasted his horn as I pulled out.
The previous experiences indicated to me that I was feeling unsettled and and needed to figure out why.
