Plaidophile

Chill. Seriously.

I'm not entirely sure if you were already close to my side of the street when I started turning. Maybe you were already pretty close to my car, maybe not. I'm pretty sure I saw you start to run specifically in front of my car, but I was also pretty distracted looking for parking. You know how it goes. But it doesn't matter. I didn't hit you, I slowed down, you stopped and backed up, I kept going to not block traffic, and that's where most people let it go.

I'm not sure what you hoped to accomplish by following me around while I was looking for parking, gesticulating at me wildly and flipping me off, but it certainly didn't put me in any mood to roll down my window and apologize. Being confronted with the possibility of taking a knife to the face or even being yelled at has a tendency to make me not particularly amenable to wanting to do anything other than get away.

Thank you for not smashing in any of my windows or slashing my tires while my car was left defenseless several blocks away from the original random encounter. I am deeply sorry to have slightly delayed you by half a second while you were crossing the street.