When I went to the library, I also stopped at Ernie’s Too to get gas, and the vehicle behind me as I crossed State Street, whipped into the service station by the first set of pumps while I chose the single pump closest to the library. (Third row of pumps.)
I stopped the Tracker and there was this big Chevy SUV right in front of me, that had been behind me, complete with rickety wooden trailer. I guess he expected me to move. But I’m looking at him, and his passenger flipped me off.
I got out of the car and walked as close to the passenger side as I could get, and just kept going into the store to pay for the gas. The guy was almost apoplectic. He went through all kinds of contortions, obviously very angry that he didn’t intimidate me and my gray hair, whipped his rig around the Tracker and the pump and pulled up to the other side of it.
The manager of the store was watching him from inside, with a couple of other people and me. I can’t quit seeing that overweight troglodyte flipping me off. I wanted to laugh so much!! However, I think under the circumstances, ignoring them was the perfect reaction.
I’m glad there were witnesses. People are crazy these days!
IMHO: Most of the time ignoring fruitcakes is the best policy.