Sunday, April 29, 2012

Age rage at the carpark

Something crazy happened today. As I was getting out of my car, I accidentally hit the next car with my door. Nothing intentional, my hand slipped.

Out comes this guy who's in his 40's or 50's raging out on his bare feet. He shouted at the lady in his car (his wife?) for his slippers which he wore outside. He starts swearing and pointing at me for hitting his car. He even made me open my door again to see where it hit. There was a scratch but those which you could easily wipe off with your fingers, which I saw he did.

I was apologizing but all I was receiving from him was "PI mo". He was asking why I was in a hurry and that he would pay me back for what I did. He even asked if he scratched my car, would I get him back for that.

At that point, I realized this was not going anywhere, I said no and apologized again. I left my car there with him giving the benefit of the doubt that he had some goodness hidden in that fugly exterior.

I expected to see my car uncratched when I came back to it because maybe it was just an anger spurt old people have. Maybe maturity would kick in and replace age rage. When I came back, there it was. Fresh scratch.

What pissed me off was how low that guy went to, just to feel better. I so wanted to scratch his car back but then, that would just make me him. I left it go, plus I wasn't even sure if that was still the same car beside me. Funny how that could have ended up as a chain of car scratching.

Going home, a lot of different scenarios played off in my head on how I could have handled that better, a majority of them involving what to do with his car. And if majority of that invoved revenge, then I'm glad I played out the way I did.

I don't believe anyone deserves to be sweared on, even if it that person has wronged you. Hate it when someone at an advantage uses it to abuse others, just to make themselves feel better. All respect I had for that guy went to zero once that first swear came out. That guy clearly has issues (I hope them to be bedroom related).

I feel sorry or his wife in that car, seeing her husband blow his top off, there even so much "top" to blow off. And if his wife disturbingly enjoyed that, I feel sorry for their kids. Dealing with that shit at home must be terrifyingly annoying.

If he's that kind of person, maybe his car deserved to get hit.

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