Yesterday I was cursed out by a crazy Philly man. Here's the story:
Leaving my parking garage, I take a little alley to get onto Race Street. Since Race is always backed up, you have to wait for a kind person to let you into the line of traffic. A nice man in a truck let me go yesterday, but since the light hadn't let out, I just inched up into the small space, waiting until I could completely turn left onto the street. By doing this, the back of my car was blocking the sidewalk.
It's never a problem. People just walk behind your car. Big whoop. It's freaking Center City. Well, one crazy man didn't want to walk around, I guess, so he starts cursing at me. "F#$%ing a**hole!" I couldn't completely understand what he was shouting. But as he passes behind my car, he smacks it! Whatever, crazy dude. Now your hand is even dirtier than it was prior to touching my dirt-mobile.
As he stares me down while he keeps walking, I stare back, smile a HUGE smile, and give him a friendly (yet condescending) wave. He DID NOT like this. "F#$% YOU!!!! F#$%ing a**hole!" Wow.
I think that was the first time anyone called me an a-hole (to my face at least).