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Comments by Witt Ryatt

  Look, you'll form an opinion of me very soon. All I ask is read the whole article first. 

I was driving home from work in the middle of afternoon rush hour. Ahead, a group of five pedestrians pushing a baby stroller ambled into the street. It's the middle of the block, four lanes near a mall, and extremely busy. I slow way down, but since I'm in the inside lane, and they're still just beginning to wander into the street, I didn't come to a complete stop. 

At this point, every single one of the jaywalkers begins to scream and yell at me. "You stupid MF, watch where you're drivin' you bastard," and more. Well, it's Friday afternoon. And they stepped right out into the middle of traffic, putting their lives, and even sadder, the life of the baby in jeopardy. 

Yet it was my fault for driving on their personal street. I didn't much care for racial slurs and derision being flung at me like so much dung. So I pull into the mall parking lot, and cruise over to where they are. 

I have to admit, their looks of disbelief gave me a strange satisfaction. As I pull up they're still shouting crap at me, so I yell back. "You really shouldn't step out in front of someone like that, and then yell at them, you know!" 

"I yell at anyone I feel like. Get outta the car, come on!" 

"I just think it's stupid to jump out into traffic like that" 

"Come on, get outta the car, I'll show you somethin' stupid mother***ker!" And some other stuff I don't quite remember. Blood pressure at new records, heartrate escalating, I pressed on, 

"So you're such an idiot that you don't care about your own life, but what about your kid? What kind of parent are you?" 

"Hey, I ain't the daddy, come on, get outta the car..." 

About this point I realized I was becoming surrounded by several bystanders who shared my adversary's distaste for me, so I drove away. "Idiots!!" I yelled triumphantly as I escaped to the safety of rush hour traffic. 

I guess I told them. It's a good thing I was running late, or I really would have gotten out of the car, and be posting bail right about now. Yeah. Don't F with me, I'm crazy....and I hate idiots.
 

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