tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899492.post116293610749878971..comments2023-10-12T04:30:39.080-04:00Comments on Reclaiming My Inner Pioneer: Mean Voters....(getting yelled at)Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02784160644947020521noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899492.post-1162975285495390262006-11-08T03:41:00.000-05:002006-11-08T03:41:00.000-05:00I would love to just go and kick that man in the s...I would love to just go and kick that man in the shin for you. At my twin daughters' headstart, we have to park like that as well, and it does make for difficult times. Generally, as we live in a very small town, we dont have many conflicts, but once in a while, you get a jerk like that. *hugs* Maybe a cyber hug will make you feel better :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899492.post-1162951038391031492006-11-07T20:57:00.000-05:002006-11-07T20:57:00.000-05:00Sounds like a case of "the school building exists ...Sounds like a case of "the school building exists so that I will have a place to vote," not "the school graciously provides a place for voting even though it does interfere with the school schedule somewhat, and it is good for the children to see the political process."<BR/>We also vote at a school, and, being aware that there are a lot of children there, I prefer to park down the street and walk back to the school and leave the parking lot for the teachers and parents. It is too bad that he did not see the situation for what it was.<BR/>He was a bit short sighted I think.wordsfromhomehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03201989298085513727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899492.post-1162947557723516912006-11-07T19:59:00.000-05:002006-11-07T19:59:00.000-05:00whew...I have a story like this except that the pe...whew...I have a story like this except that the person who yelled was not just a grumpy impatient jerk, he was also 100% in the wrong which really raised my blood pressure. I was riding my bike back to my office from a meeting downtown and I was on a street where there was no bike lane and a row of parked cars, so I was far enough into the lane to avoid getting doored. Plus, I was making a left turn. I stopped at the 4-way stop sign and heard a honk and a voice behind me yell "Get out of the *BEEEP*ing road!" I completed my turn and looked back at the guy in his silver SUV, and gave him the staring of a lifetime, which prompted more yelling and impolite name calling. I responded in sign language and rode away but proceded to look up the relevant vehicle code provisions which I put in a letter to the editor that never got published. Probably the guy in the SUV worked for the newspaper or something. I was SOO mad. Sometimes I wonder if yelling back would be wonderfully cathartic or just make it worse. Maybe the best thing would have been to speak calmly to him about why his assessment of the situation was incorrect, while taking note of his license plate #.Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10506678625592788292noreply@blogger.com