Grrr

I've been in a foul mood all day, a combination of little things, piling up, making me want to scream and slam about. Instead I was all keyed up to take it out on this seriously big guy, four maybe five times my size.

He had the nerve to jump in front of me at the car wash. There were three wash bays. Like the guy in front of me, I waited in a noncommittal line to take whatever wash bay was vacated first.

In my rearview mirror I noticed a three quarter ton with a camper shell drew up behind me. Yeah I’m first buddy, I thought, but before I could feel all superior he turned his wheel and stopped a few feet in front of me, slightly to my right, directly in front of the third wash bay. That’s when my ire boiled over and I thought about the words I would choose to say to him if that wash bay was vacated first and he drove into it.

He got out of his truck deliberately avoided my eyes as he swaggered past me, sitting in my Beetle, to borrow a tire gauge. I felt like he was mocking me. Since the people in the other two wash bays were also men, driving an SUV and another pickup, I began to feel wrong.

The feeling was wiped aside when he got back into his pickup, turned on his ignition, both hands on the wheel so he could be ready, I’m sure, to zoom in at the exact nanosecond the third wash bay was empty.

I was right, except the vehicle in the second wash bay was also finished being washed at almost the same time. I had no choice but to turn on my ignition and drive in to it

I contented myself by giving him the finger not caring hoping if he saw me.

Once I got into the wash bay my wrath evaporated. I spent three Loonies, on hot soapy water, hot plain water and hot wax. Note too self, never waste a Loonie on hot wax again.