I was in the turning lane to take a left into Braum's ice cream and dairy store.  I needed bananas and vanilla ice cream to make a flying gorilla.  I'm waiting patiently for the traffic to clear and an old white man in an old red acura gets in the turning lane behind me and honks his horn.  Alarmed, I check to see if I'm doing anything wrong: Turn signal, check.  Recheck traffic to see if I missed a chance to turn, check.  That's the only two things I can really do.  The traffic is still coming, I still can't turn, and he starts BLARING his horn at me!  I got so mad I flipped the geriatric off.  When the traffic cleared, I turned into Braum's hoping that he would go through the drive thru so I wouldn't have to confront him in the store.

As I turn into the parking lot, he's right on my bumper.  I pull into a parking spot, he pulls into a parking spot next to me.  I sit in my car wondering what to do.  He gets out of his car, walks in front of mine and makes faces and mouths words at me.  I yell in my head, "I couldn't turn you idiot!" But stay in my car.  He walks into Braum's and I sit there contemplating how much it would hurt my hand if he confronted me and I had to hit him.  Then I wondered how the police report would read: "68 year old man attacked by young amazon female."  I didn't think I'd have a chance at explaining my way out of that one. 

I should have put my car in reverse and gone to the grocery store.  But I decided that I was coming to Braum's first, he got there second.  I hadn't done anything wrong, he was the jerk.  So I got out of my car and went into the store.  He was ordering food so I went to the other side of the store to get what I needed.  I looked up from the freezer section and saw him walking towards me.  I braced myself.  He gave me a dirty look and walked passed me into the restrooms. 

I was not relieved.  I wanted to hit him.  I wanted other people to want to hit him.  I wanted other people to yell at him and tell him he was a bad old man and that he should be glad it's me and not my husband he honked at.  So I told the cashier what he did.  She didn't really care.  I wanted her to care, I wanted her to tell me that he came in all the time and everyone hated him and they spit in his food. But she didn't, instead she said, "I hope your day gets better," and handed me my receipt. 

As I was walking towards the door, the old idiot came out of the restroom and gave me another look.  I told him in a loud voice, "Watch how you drive and quit honking at people!"

He rolled his eyes.  I left.