What was that for?
“Are you fucking crazy?! The fuck, man!?!”
That’s what you said. I just looked back at you as I was crossing the street. On the pedestrian walk. The one that I had every right to be on.
And it was a red light for your lane. By the very situation, I was supposed to cross the street. It had been a red light for enough time for me to look both ways down the intersection and make it midway.
You, on the other hand, were sitting behind shotgun, presumably with your friends—I mean, judging by the incredibly loud music blasting out of the open windows of that black van you were in. You lot were speeding down a seemingly-empty lane, honking all the way to the red-lighted intersection. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say someone’s been pressing too hard on the gas pedal because of sheer jerk instinct.
So anyway, there I was, still crossing, when you lot decided to speed through a red-bloody-light. You almost nipped my bag, which was full of books I would not want to lose, and I was the one who deserved the yelling, apparently.
Oh, but I must give you credit for your flawless, white-washed accent. You really sounded like you were from Chicago. Or, at the very least, you gave away that you’re from the privileged upper class that learns English in such a way. Plus, the car and your arrogant attitude? Yeah, that’s like showing off your wallet.
Regardless of how thick your wallet may be, though, you did not have the right to curse at me. As for the crazy? That’s ableist, and for all you know, I am. I was trying not to yell back at you about my schizotypal personality and slight neurosis, and I’m hoping you understand why I wasn’t retaliating in any way. Well, except this.
But!, you did piss me off with your bigotry, and I really did not appreciate that, especially after having a pretty good day. You pretty much ruined my day, dude. Thanks for that, really—I needed to be reminded about how shitty the world is.
And then I got to thinking about how bigoted attitudes are what make this world so shitty, so congratulations on contributing to the overall cynicism of the population. The world seems so much brighter now.
But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You yelled at me for doing something completely within my right to do. Should I have done something else?, like maybe throw my takoyaki balls and root beer through your open window, so you’d have been able to eat dinner from your shirt? No, that’s much too aggressive for me.
I sincerely do hope you drive safely, so drive safely, asshat! I am quite glad that you were not, in fact, the driver of such a rich vehicle. Have a good night.
PS I think I recognized you.
