Royally Pissed Off.

To add to the anger I had when I left my house, door slammed, an old Russian man decided to make my day and turn into a very, very bad one. I was walking along the side walk, and a car stopped in an intersection to enter the underground parking of City Park; so instead of walking in front of his car, I decided to walk behind, because that is where I thought I was most likely not to get hit. However, the prick behind the wheel thought it would be funny to back up an inch every time I motioned around the vehicle. He did this about twice, and the second time I caught him laughing. I have never sworn to a stranger my whole life, until this day. This radiant fool would fool me no more. As I passed in front of his dirty burgundy SUV, I said some things that were not very nice, yet he didn't seem to care. He smiled and said in his rusty accent 'Oh, c'mon,' like it was some kind of game everybody plays. I continued to walk in pure frustration, ignoring everything around, every brushing shoulder and in particular every car honk. How he still had the nerve to pull up beside me, slow down and ask me if I wanted a ride, I do not know. However, that is when the middle finger came up, and a slight stink eye was shot. If looks could kill ...

Sincerely,
Kyla