Parking Lot Altercation....

I do not seek out violence, I do not leave my house intending to threaten harm to other individuals. Most of the time, I am a very nice person, or at least fake being a nice person with relative success. I'm southern. That is what we do.

I have been sick, miserable and trapped in my house for a week. I went out because I wanted a book. It was such a simple thing, really. I drove to Hastings, found a parking space, and got out of my car. I had walked past the car next to me, when this woman gets out and says to me, "If you look, you'll see half the paint from my mirror on your car door." Now, I had tried to be careful getting out, but these were narrow spaces, and it was a very windy day. I dutifully went back and looked and sure enough, there on my door was the tiniest little sliver of red paint, maybe 1/8 of an inch in width and no more than a 1/4 inch in length. But I apologized. I told her I was sorry and that I hadn't realized I had bumped her mirror.

Rather than responding in an equally civil manner, the woman continued to harangue me for this. At that point, I offered to give her my insurance information, and she declined. But she continued her tirade about the "event". I use the word event rather than the more appropriate word "incident" because in this woman's mind, it was well and truly an "EVENT". Suffice to say, at this point I'd had enough. I responded to her by saying that I had apologized and that I had offered her my insurance information and that was all I could do. I went on to say, because at this point I had hit my limit, that I had not left my house in order to be a verbal punching bag for her, and I was not required to take her abuse. There may have been expletives inserted at various points in this response, and one of them might have been "bitch". In fact, I am almost certain of it. Regardless of this, I was done with the conversation and walked away. As I was walking away, she says to me that if my ass weren't so wide, I might not have hit her car geting out of mine.
I'm fat. It's not exactly something that snuck up on me. I'm well aware of it. So I turned around to this woman who apparently feels that "fat" is the worst insult she can throw at me and thanked her for the newsflash. I even went on to state, sarcastically, "That I hadn't realized when I got up and dressed myself that my ass was that big". At this point, I lost my temper. I called the woman a bitter piece of shit and told her to get her ass back in her car and take it the f* on home or I was going to beat the piss out of her.
This is proof that while you can take the girl out of Jellico, you cannot take Jellico out of the girl.