Today while pulling into the building, some middle aged guy was abusive towards us because our driver had honked (to get the watchman's attention). It was unecessary, I was in fact, apologising to him when he cut me off. He scurried away as soon as I raised my voice in turn. My mother was in the car.
I like how I dealt with him, I was polite. But I secretly hope I run into him again. I acknowledge that, but I'd actually prefer not to. I don't want to be a person that gets romantic about confrontational situations. Taxi Driver comes to mind.
You talkin to me?
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