The woman is a savage

THURSDAY, 24 OCTOBER 2013

Just before I moved into an open parking space at the supermarket this evening a woman and her son maneuvered into the adjacent bay. (There were only two spaces available.) She ended up with the front of her scooter occupying half of the bay I was heading for. As she walked away, she looked over her shoulder. She noticed she had parked askew. She could see I had to enter the space where the front of her scooter protruded. She nevertheless turned away and disappeared through the sliding doors of the supermarket.

My view of her is very simple: She’s a savage.

What else? She probably expects that other people refrain from parking across two spaces, including one where she’s heading, yet she does exactly that to others. That means she’s not reasonable or rational in her actions. Also, if everyone does what she did, there would be chaos and conflict. She is not a reasonable person, and she is not rational in her behavior.

By definition, therefore, she is a savage.

I tried to give her a dirty look at the vegetable section, but she looked away.

What else could she do? (Or am I thinking too much?)

In other news, I had a narrow escape shortly before the skirmish with the barbarian woman. I was pedaling through the tunnel under the railway line. In front of me was another cyclist. I usually stay on the right side of the narrow underpass so people on scooters can pass me, but in this case I could see that I was going to have to pass the cyclist. Just as I was aiming left to squeeze past him, I heard one hell of a bang! When I looked down I could see that the guy had probably ridden over something that had ruptured his rear tire.

If he wasn’t there, I would have gone over the sharp object.

In which case I wouldn’t have made it to the supermarket, and therefore I wouldn’t have encountered the savage.

That, in turn, means I wouldn’t have written this short piece, and you would be reading something else right now.

Funny how things work out.

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