Tonight, driving down California at dusk, Charming Suitor and I witnessed an epic display of lack of human kindness.
There was a long line from the light at Belmont, so we were stopped a good block and a half back. In front of us was an SUV and in front of the SUV was a police cruiser. On the side of the street, getting ready to cross, completely jaywalking, was a man with a cane about 70 years old. Traffic was completely stopped. The man walked up to the window of the SUV and proceeded to yell at the guy that he was driving without his headlights on RIGHT BEHIND A POLICE CAR! He then walked between the two cars and went to the driver's side of the cruiser and TATTLED on the guy in the SUV like they were in kindergarten and the guy had stolen his crayons.
Then he finished his leisurely jaywalk across the street.
It is important to note that the SUV had done nothing to this man, had not moved while the guy was crossing, or blocked his path. Nothing to incite any sort of desire for revenge or retribution.
As traffic finally began to move again, the cop car slid over to the side, and then merged right in front of us, behind the SUV and turned on the lights.
The poor SUV got pulled over and probably ticketed, for having been slow on the uptake with his headlights at DUSK on a well-lit street, a thing I have probably done a zillion times, especially in these weird Fall nights.
CS and I were totally shocked, not at the cops, who really at that point didn't have much of an option, but at the random assholery of the pedestrian who went so far out of his way to make trouble for someone who had not done a single thing to warrant it.
Now, I have on occasion given in to road rage. I have called in a complaint to the "How am I driving?" number on the back of a truck that blew a stop sign and almost t-boned me. When an idiot hipster bike rider flew into my lane of moving traffic at top speed from inside a park without stopping and then almost wrecked himself on the front of my car, caught up with me to ask me what the fuck I thought I was doing, I did respond "Thinning the herd.". And once after waiting for over 15 minutes in a parking lot for a space to open only to have a yuppie in a BMW snake my space from the other side, I might have called him a foul name or two and questioned his parentage at the top of my voice out the window.
But in each case, I felt provoked, incited, and reasonably justified.
Tonight? I wished that I had the power to look up that guy's license plate, get his address, and send him some cookies.
What is the nastiest unprovoked thing you have seen?
Yours in Good Taste,