Road Rage

And for once - it wasn't me.

Yesterday, Marie and I went to Brown County for the day. It was my first day to be up and around for more than five hours at a time, and today I'm feeling the effects of that. But we had planned this trip forever ago, and unless I was throwing up, I was going. So off we went.

We were actually nearing the end of our day - a leisurely trip filled with shopping and eating and meeting up with one of my former co-workers and her new baby. Marie and I had gone into a candle shop that was in a pretty long building. As we entered, I noticed there was a sign for the building behind the long shop that said there was a rubber stamp store back there. Well of course we'd have to go there too! So we left the candle shop through the front door and began our walk down the alley beside the long building to get to the little store behind it.

We happened to notice that to our left were a couple of cars in a predicament. An older lady was parked in the alley facing the same direction we were going. And coming toward her was a sports car driven by an older man. Now by "older" I don't mean little eighty year old grandma and grandpa people. But I do mean way old enough to know better. I would imagine both drivers were sixty-something. The man inched toward her and Marie said to me "Is he going to hit her?" So we started walking more slowly to take in the situation which was just about to get interesting.

The lady rolled down her window and said "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I WAS TOLD I CAN PARK HERE FOR JUST A MINUTE! THE SIGN SAYS I CAN BE HERE! DO YOU EXPECT ME TO MOVE?" Well, apparently by his inching toward her, yes that was exactly what he expected her to do.

The lady continued her tirade with multiple expletives and "DO YOU EXPECT ME TO BACK INTO THE STREET?" (If you need a pretty accurate comparison to the sound of her voice, and you've ever watched The Nanny, she sounded just like Fran's Mom. Kind of looked like her, too, come to think of it.) At one point, the lady (or maybe it was her passenger, I'm not sure) actually got out of her car, walked over to the sports car, pounded on the guy's window and delivered more choice words directly to his face.

By this time, it was raining, and Marie and I were standing in the alley, in the rain, cracking up. People everywhere were staring. In the end, the guy lost and had to back all the way through the alley and leave another way.

It was hysterical. Best road rage I've seen for a while. Definitely picture worthy - which is why I took one. I'll see if I can't get it enlarged a little and post it. (I didn't have the guts to mess with zooming. I was afraid that lady would be after me next.)