Scooter-man and L.I. Express Girl

So last night, as I was leaving Manhattan around 8pm, it happened.  I was heading south on Third Avenue, one block before Delancy Street and my left turn towards the Williamsburg Bridge, when traffic backed up in my lane.  The lane to my left was clear, though.  I decided to get over. 

 

 

There was a motor scooter traveling directly behind me that decided to get over at exactly the same time as me. 

Because the scooter could maneuver more quickly than my truck, by the time I turned my wheel the scooter had almost hit my Explorer, and had come to a stop.  I was about to roll down my window to speak to the scooter operator, but before I could, he let loose.  A 40-something, generic, middle-manager, looking white guy began yelling and screaming and cursing at me. I was taken aback.

 

Then the guy banged my driver’s side rear window with his with his fist.  I heard the sound of metal contacting glass.  Hard.  I thought my window was going to shatter.  My physical boundaries felt breached, or at least threatened.  I said, “Do not touch my vehicle!”

 
Angry Scooter-man sped off down the empty left lane and then moved back into the center lane at the head of the line of cars, where he then stopped for the red light.  I sat there stunned and perplexed with the front of my vehicle turned into the empty left lane.  Should I go ahead and drive down the clear lane?  But then I’ll end up stopped right next to Scooter-man waiting for the light.  I don’t think that’s such a good—

 

 

Before I could finish the thought I was heading down the clear lane, stopping my truck beside the scooter to my right, and lowering my front passenger-side window.

 

Scooter-man looked over at me.

 

I said, “You have an anger management problem!”

 

Smiling an I-hope-you’re-not-some-crazy-person-because-I-really-didn’t-mean-anything-by-all-that-yelling-business smile, he said, “What?”

 

I repeated, with my index finger wagging as I leaned across my front passenger seat, “You have an anger management problem and need to get some help!”

 

He said, still smiling that smile, “I don’t have an anger management problem.  I have a problem with women drivers who don’t know how to drive.”

 

During this exchange, I wavered between wanting to cease immediately and drive on, and also wanting to engage him.  All kinds of impressions and thoughts ran through my mind.  What stunningly straight white teeth he has; whoever worked on his teeth did a great job.

 

“Well I have a problem with people who don’t obey traffic rules and then become enraged.”

 

“I didn’t obey the traffic rules?” he asked incredulously, “You didn’t obey the traffic rules either!”

 

How come the woman on the back of his bike isn’t saying anything? She knows I’m right about him.  Maybe she’s a girlfriend and is on good behavior. Is he wearing a wedding ring?  Nope.

 

“Yeah, well, you need to learn to manage your anger.”

 

“I don’t have an anger management problem.  Women buy these big SUVs and use them as bumpers because they don’t know how to drive.  That’s the problem.”

 

I sneered back at him, looking him in the eye, “You’re single aren’t you?”

 

His eyes widened.  He looked non-plussed.  He said nothing.

 

I raised my window and drove off. 

 

Then I laughed.  I felt the thrill of Zinger victory.

 

Ever since 9/11 my soul has been encased in a Titanic-sinking-sized iceberg of fear.  It’s been seven years, just about.  Apparently, the ice is finally melting–and at a rapid rate.  So, while normally I might acknowledge that women, particularly nice, Christian, women, don’t do this kind of thing (sneering, indeed!), instead I am savoring what it was like to not be afraid, and careful, and nervous, and unable to say words that I know should be said to address grievances that I know need addressing.  Maybe freedom is another opposite of fear.

 

This fear of mine was birthed through events that transpired in Manhattan.  How apropos that events transpiring in Manhattan should herald the fear’s demise.

 

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4 responses to “Scooter-man and L.I. Express Girl

  1. I must say this is a great article i enjoyed reading it keep the good work 🙂

  2. Oh my.

    I loved the bit about the teeth. Very nice comic relief right in the center. Okay, very real. Which is what makes things funny sometimes!

    SO GLAD YOU’RE BACK. (Drive carefully, okay? I don’t want to lose you again any time soon. ; – )

  3. Did you just add that scooter photo, or did I miss it the first time?

    HEY!!!! Does this mean (because you came to Seedlings) that you have your computer back? : ) I hope so. And I can’t wait to hear about the conference. Will you write about it here?

  4. milestogob4isleep

    Hey LL! I’m just getting that last comment, I wonder why? Yes, I’m back. Yes I’m going to blog about Write to Publish. Yes my laptop is home BUT it has to go back they didn’t fix it. 😦

    I’m trying to use work time wisely to fit in time at the end of the day after work to blog. We’ll see how it goes!

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