So I had the most supremely enjoyable altercation at work today, and I just thought I'd sure with all you.
I was out delivering in the boonies, on a paved road with enormous speed bumps that are more like rectangular prisms of concrete thrown on the ground with the edges only slightly rounded. It's a private road, with no speed limit posted, but if you go more than 10 mph over the bumps you bottom out unless you're in a pickup. My Mercury Sable stands no chance.
Coming back off a delivery, I pass by a woman going in the other direction, ostensibly to her house. I smile at her, as I usually do, only to get a "Slow down!" shouted at me in response. I shrug, and think nothing of it. Until I glance back in the mirro and see that she's slammed on her brakes, and is turning around. "Christ," is the only thought that goes through my head, and I pull over to prevent her from following me back to the store. I get out, and walk towards her car.
"Do you have any idea how fast you were going?!"
"Yes, ma'am, about 20 mph."
"No you weren't! You were going much faster than that, I saw you! Don't lie!"
I did NOT need this at this point. I was the only driver, and I didn't have time for her ridiculous crap.
"Yes, ma'am, I'm sure you had a much better judge of my speed, going in the opposite direction as you were, and me just looking at my speedometer."
"There's no need to be rude! Don't you know the customer is always right?"
"Ma'am, you're not a customer. You're some woman who was driving by who decided to stop and complain about my driving."
"Well, what does that make me? (dripping in sarcasm)"
"You're a bitch."
She stood there, gaping, while I got in my car and drove away. As far as I know, she hasn't called in to complain yet.
I was out delivering in the boonies, on a paved road with enormous speed bumps that are more like rectangular prisms of concrete thrown on the ground with the edges only slightly rounded. It's a private road, with no speed limit posted, but if you go more than 10 mph over the bumps you bottom out unless you're in a pickup. My Mercury Sable stands no chance.
Coming back off a delivery, I pass by a woman going in the other direction, ostensibly to her house. I smile at her, as I usually do, only to get a "Slow down!" shouted at me in response. I shrug, and think nothing of it. Until I glance back in the mirro and see that she's slammed on her brakes, and is turning around. "Christ," is the only thought that goes through my head, and I pull over to prevent her from following me back to the store. I get out, and walk towards her car.
"Do you have any idea how fast you were going?!"
"Yes, ma'am, about 20 mph."
"No you weren't! You were going much faster than that, I saw you! Don't lie!"
I did NOT need this at this point. I was the only driver, and I didn't have time for her ridiculous crap.
"Yes, ma'am, I'm sure you had a much better judge of my speed, going in the opposite direction as you were, and me just looking at my speedometer."
"There's no need to be rude! Don't you know the customer is always right?"
"Ma'am, you're not a customer. You're some woman who was driving by who decided to stop and complain about my driving."
"Well, what does that make me? (dripping in sarcasm)"
"You're a bitch."
She stood there, gaping, while I got in my car and drove away. As far as I know, she hasn't called in to complain yet.
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