Chalk this one up in the “interesting commute” files…
This morning I was sitting on 137th Avenue in Sifton waiting to turn right onto Fourth Plain Blvd, with two other vehicles ahead of me at the light. When the light changed, the truck in front started to inch forward then stopped since there was a man in the crosswalk. So far, so good. Then, the asshat in the car in front of me, who apparently couldn’t bother to wait the extra 10 seconds this delay was causing him, decided to blare on his horn and stick his arm out his window to flip off the guy in the truck. Then things got interesting.
The driver of the truck hops out. He is, for lack of a better term, a big scary dude, well built and kind of resembling Lawrence from Office Space. As he gets out he reaches back into the truck and grabs a baseball bat. He walks back near the rear of his truck, just holding the bat, and screaming all sorts of obscenities, gesturing towards the crosswalk and using words that Sam Jackson might use to describe reptiles on an airliner.
Then, after a few seconds of screaming, he stops, tosses the bat into the cab of his truck, gets in, and continues on his way. I suspect the guy in the middle car might think twice before getting too worked up about stopping for a crosswalk. Does one uncontrolled fit of emotional rage deserve another? No, but it was damn amusing to watch.