Dear guy who opened his van trunk remotely and hit me with it while deadass looking me in the eye as I rounded from my car, and then didn't apologize, but rather stared at me like I'd done something wrong by being there at the moment you decided to hit that button:
you are every bit the repulsive asshole I called you as I passed.
today's been going great :,)
may his digestive tract reverse itself so he's shitting out his mouth and vomiting out his butt
.........wow what
(not the curse wished upon him, that makes perfect sense)
I can understand a number of ways of reacting to that, some of them decided not socially appropriate
I can even imagine being so startled, or the situation being so cartoonish, that I might laugh with surprise/anxiety/embarrassment while asking if the person was okay.
................but I literally cannot comprehend the state of mind that brings someone to just stare, offended.
oh he kept walking toward us, staring me down like he was daring me to say something
so
i did
and you know what? He did not do fuckall about it.
Coward.
