Eyewitness To The Anger Pumping Through Veins Of Some Americans

On Father's Day, I stopped to fill my gas tank in Northbrook, Illinois.

It's a relatively wealthy suburb.

I do not live there.
I was not raised there.

I finished pumping, then emptied the well of my driver's side door of the weekly junk that accumulates: paper, tissues, an aluminum can, a piece of floss, wrappers, a broken pen, etc.

A couple pulls their car behind mine, and a man yells from the driver's side.

"Show other drivers some courtesy! Pull your car up before you start unloading your trash!"

I look. Granted, the rear of my minivan is hanging back slightly beyond the imaginary line where cars ideally park to pump, but the hose of my pump reaches my car just fine. I can tell that his will reach his car, too.

"Sorry," I say. "I think you're okay. But I'm leaving now anyway!"

I get into my car to turn it on.

"Did you hear me?" he yells. Then he honks.

I step back out to toss two last cans in the trash. I look back at him, perplexed. Can he not see that my car is running?

Then he honks again.

"Idiot!" he shouts, getting out and grabbing his pump.

I am stunned.

I want to crawl back into my car and drive away.

Fast.

But he keeps egging me.

"Spoiled brat," he says.

What IS this?!?

I have a choice. Get in the car or not.

I choose not.

I look at him and say, "I'm leaving now. And I think there's plenty of room for you to pump. If not, there are 2 other pumps open right now [and I point to them]."

His female partner gets out and approaches me. She's standing as close as you'd stand to someone you're about to kiss.

In a very low, calm voice, she says, "Just walk away now. You won't win this."

She looks exhausted.
Worn down.
I wonder if she is abused.
Then she continues, low and slow.

"Stay here... in your selfish bubble... and do whatever it is you people do."

I stand up straighter. I have chills.

Then the man yells. "Moron! Learn some manners."

I look directly at the woman.
I am scared.
And in shock.
And I feel so sorry for her.
And for him.
And for the explosive anger they hold.

"I'm leaving now," I say. "And you have no idea who I am or what my story is. If you did, you'd have already apologized. Trust me."

And then I get into my car.

I am not mad.
I am not scared.
I am not an idiot.
I am not spoiled.
I am not selfish.
I am not fighting.

Granted, I DO live in the very liberal bubble that is Evanston, Illinois...

But I will not carry the anger of others.

That's entirely on them.

Photo credit: 123rf.com

Photo credit: 123rf.com

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