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Looking for a Fight?

Warning: This is a grumpy story that happened this past summer in front of one of my happy places. The encounter did not sour me on continuing my visits, but for a moment after the event I felt like what's the use of living when people like that guy we met is alive.

I was parallel parking into a tight spot in front of the library where a whole lot of children and their parents were lined up in front of the bookmobile. The kids were signing up for a how-many-books-do-I-want-to-read-this-summer type of program. The car in front of me hung over its rear parking mark and the car behind me was nearly up to its front parking mark. As I turned off the engine, the Husband and I heard a very angry "HEY!"

We looked over to see a man standing against the building, his arms crossed, glaring at us. "Are you talking to us?" the Husband asked.

"You hit my car!" the middle-aged man shouted.

"We did not," said the Husband. "We would've heard it or felt it if we did."

"You hit my car!"

I peered around the Husband. "Excuse me. Are you saying I hit your car?"

"Yes! You hit my car!"

"I did not," I said. "I would've felt it or heard it."

"You hit my car!"

The Husband and I got out of the car. The Husband and the guy started arguing. "Calm down," I said to both of them. I looked at his front bumper. "I did not hit your car. Look, there's nothing there."

Still in angry mode, the guy said, "There doesn't have to be anything there just because you hit my car."

Huh?  I could have lightly touched it, but I didn't think so. I was within inches of his car and to his eyes I hit it.

"I'm sorry. But I did not hit your car." (Why do I always apologize for something I didn't do.) I noticed that our car hung over the parking mark, so I went back into the car to move it forward a bit. When I got out of the car again, the man was still angrily whining about his car being hit. The Husband continually repeated firmly, "We didn't hit your car."

"Yes you did!"

"What do you want?" asked the Husband and me in unison. I added, "Do you want my arm?"

The man rushed away into the crowd of children and parents who didn't seem to have paid attention to us, thank goodness.

The Husband and I walked into the library. When I said I wanted to look around, the Husband said he would wait for me outside. Later he told me it was to make sure that man didn't try anything stupid. I found the Husband standing with one of the library technicians, both watching the man go hurriedly back to his car and get in. Not wanting another confrontation, the Husband and I waited until he sped away, which was within seconds.

"He didn't look disabled to me," said the Husband. "I didn't see any placard on his dashboard."

"He had a disabled license plate," I said. "He could have a disability not visible, or maybe it's for someone else in his family."

The Husband thought the guy was gunning for a fight.

The guy didn't have a new car, although it was much newer than ours. It wasn't shiny and polished from hours of love and care, but it was less dusty and grimy than our old fart of a car. He was probably 15 to 20 years younger than us, which was to our advantage if he was one who simply has to strike out at people who he thinks offended him.

I have to wonder what was he going to do? Hit an old man and an old woman. If he didn't have an audience of children and parents, I wouldn't put it pass him. For that, I am grateful, considering what horror could have happened.


  1. Some people just seem to have a big chip on their shoulders for no reason at all and will cause an argument just for the sake of it. I'm glad your experience hasn't stopped you from visiting somewhere you like.

    I came across someone similar the other day - I was driving round the car park of a big electrical store looking for a vacant space, the section I was in was one way only with big arrows painted on the ground and as I got round the corner a guy in a much newer car than mine was coming the wrong way towards me. I had to brake quickly to avoid a collision and as I pulled round him he wound his window down and let fly with a mouthful of obscenities at me. Not very funny when he was the one in the wrong!

    1. I hope he realized what he did and cringed with remorse!

    2. He probably mouthed off, because, he was in the wrong.

  2. What in the world is wrong with some people? Too many angry people running around looking for a fight (or worse)... I'm glad this experience didn't go any further -- I would have wanted to do just what your hubby did -- wait and watch.

    1. I want to think that this particular man was all bark, no bite.

  3. He was looking for some fight because why would he just be hanging out like that. You just happened to pass by at the wrong time. I’m glad your hubby did go out because that person could have keyed your car or hit your car with his. Hopefully your paths will never meet again.

    1. He may have been ticked off about something before we came along. So he used us as an excuse for letting go of his anger. This whole town is full of angry people when it comes to parking and traffic.

  4. Sounds to me like he was either crazy or looking for a check to make the "trouble" all go away

    1. Good points. I didn't think he seriously thought I hit him since he showed no interest in looking at his car after accusing me of hitting it.


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