It may strike you as extraordinarily ironic that one of the Angry Mac Bastards has a hair up his ass about etiquette, but it might also surprise you to find out that despite my public persona, I’m usually a pretty even-keeled guy in public. Sure, I get angry at stuff, but I am, for the most part, pretty gregarious and easy-going. But I have my limits.
This weekend I was running an errand with my mother, in her pickup truck, when an old woman in a Toyota minivan pulled up in front of us and blocked our way. There was no reason for it – there was plenty of space in front and behind us. So mom, who was driving, tooted her horn. But at this point the woman, who looked to be in her 70s, was getting out.
We drove off but the woman pulled up near us a short time later in another part of the same facility we were in. I used the chance as an opportunity to explain to her why we beeped at her. In the back of my mind, I was kind of hoping that once I’d done so, she might apologize to us.
We were separated by about 30 feet, so I raised my voice to get her attention.
“HI MA’AM, EXCUUUUSE ME,” I called. No response. Eventually some frantic waving ensued. She eventually pantomimed to indicate that I finally had her attention.
“The reason we were honking at you is because you had blocked us in,” I said.
She shrugged, as if she didn’t understand the words I was saying.
“There was plenty of space behind us and in front of us, but you pulled in directly into our path. We beeped our horn to let you know you had blocked us in, hoping you’d move forward a car length or two.”
“Yeah,” she said. “But the bin I wanted to use was right there.”
She was being obstinate about it for no good reason.
See, we were at the local trash transfer station, in the recycling area. They have four different large dumpsters. They all take the same trash. There’s no sorting at our facility. One bin would have worked just as well as any other.
“Right, but you could have pulled up to the next bin. It would have been really helpful to us, because you had blocked us in when you pulled up. That’s why we were beeping at you,” I said.
“Oh, I thought it was because you thought something was wrong with my car,” she said.
“No, ma’am. Nothing wrong with your car at all. It was your PARKING that was the problem.”
She repeated herself, once again circling back to making it about her needs. At this point I could feel my blood pressure spike sharply. Solipsism is not a character trait I find appealing in any way.
“…So I guess what I’m trying to say is that maybe NEXT TIME you’re here, you can try to show a bit more COURTESY to the other people you’re sharing the road with, THANK YOU,” I shouted.


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