Both hands are most effective...

On my way home last Friday, I went to the supermarket near work to grab some dinner stuff and snack stuff for the weekend. It was a bit rainy and weird out, and had started pouring on the way over there, but I didn't care much...I didn't have any plans, and my hair looked like shit anyway, so I popped my hoodie on my head, climbed out of my car and headed inside.

While walking toward the store, I noticed a minivan that was just sitting at the end of the row, as though it was waiting for traffic to clear before it could pull out to go left or right. Except there wasn't any traffic, it had been sitting there since I'd parked my car, and it wasn't moving at all. This rubbed me the wrong way, if for no other reason than I just hate an asshole who doesn't know how to drive, and this was clearly a situation like that. So I started talking to myself (really at the minivan, but we know how effective that sort of thing can be, right fellow road-ragers?), as I had been wont to do throughout the day on Friday, and said out loud, "Jeezus christ, dude. Move your fucking car out of the way, retard. Fuckin' a!" Or something of that variety of exclamations.

Apparently the woman that was waiting for a car to pull out of a spot nearer to the store, and who was sort of parked opposite of the minivan in the same driveway (thereby rendering the entire entrance/exit to that lane completely impassable, of course), decided it was her duty to show me the error of my cussing ways. She actually took the time to open her window (in the pouring rain, no less) to yell at me, "Nice language!"

My immediate reaction was to offer her some hand signals that go along pretty well with the language I'd been using and telling her, "If you liked that, then you'll LOVE this!" But I thought twice about it, figuring there might've been kids in the car, and that wouldn't have been an appropriate reaction for them to witness to their mother's uncalled-for outburst by any means. Instead, I just said, "Whatever!" and kept walking toward the store.

It bothered me, though, this uneccessary vigilante justice being slapped on my use of language, when the woman couldn't even HEAR me saying what I was saying! She was just reading my goddammed lips!

It crossed a line, and has been hanging in there with me since then, is the thing. People should keep to themselves, dammit. Just my opinion, of course...