As I was riding to work this morning, about to pass a big Ryder truck that was parked in the street, a motorist came up behind me and honked. Horns are ambiguous, but this one seemed to be saying, “Get out of my way.” I was pissed, but I braked and waved the car past me.
Actually, I was already pissed because I was running late and there were some server problems at work that I was not relishing. This little encounter just made me more pissed.
I poured on the speed, and sure enough, in a block or so I’d caught up with the honker. Now the car was blocking my path, trying to parallel park. I rolled up alongside, saw that the driver’s window was rolled down, and yelled, “You’re blocking traffic!”
As I pedaled off, I raised a middle-finger salute and shouted, “Fucking asshole!”
I’m not proud of this behavior. I’m ashamed. In fact, I regretted losing my temper almost immediately. Now that I’ve cooled down further, what I really regret is the fact that, since I don’t know who I yelled at, I will probably never have a chance to apologize.