Going to work this morning, I walk to the station, and get to a cross-street. I'm halfway across when a car turns into it from the main road. The idiot almost hits me, but can't see any mistake in himself, and hits the car horn. I shake my head and walk on. But the guy stops again after five meters, is shouting something from behind closed windows and gesticulates wildly, so I look back at him, gesticulate "what the...?". But he drives away, still shouting unintelligibly, so I just show the finger. But ten seconds later, I hear he stopped again and jumped out from the car, and is shouting abuse towards me... *Lunatic*, n. One whose delusions are out of fashion.
Seems to be a bit of an over reaction on his part. I assume you had right of way since you were already crossing the road before he turned into it, and even so, ranting like that is a bit much. Ad astra per aspera
In Budapest, it happened years ago that I was a co-passenger to my mother on a weekend errands run, and she drove in the inside lane on a 2x2-lane main road with the maximum allowed speed. As it happens, another guy in the outside lane drove not much slower, blocking the way for speeders, which we noticed when one idiot slipped through the "hole" and rushed in front of us just after we started to slow down for a red light. Then the idiot jumped from his car, walked straight up to my mother's window, and began to shout some incoherent and highly inflammatory drivel about why she held him up on purpose. In that case, I judged he'll soon escalate his rage into some physical attack if I don't do anything -- so I emulated him by jumping from the car and shouting, which proved unexpected enough for him to walk away (at least I'd think those who met me at the Prague meetup can confirm I don't look scary). *Lunatic*, n. One whose delusions are out of fashion.
(at least I'd think those who met me at the Prague meetup can confirm I don't look scary).
Well, we met you as DoDo, but what if you turn into the Hulk, when we do not see you? :-D
