I’m 71. By now I should have a grip on my explosive temper, don’t you think? No so, as I relearned that lesson today.
As part of my job, I seal boxes of medical specimens for shipment. This involves dry ice, packing tape, I Pad entries, etc. My last stop is the
Regional West Hospital
In a nearby parking lot are some nice shade trees so I park in the (very
broad) traffic lane and do my ten minute job. Doesn’t inconvenience anyone and
the hospital security people are ok with it. Scottsbluff, NE.
Today as I’m working a blivet and blivette (a blivet is two pounds of shit in a one pound bag) pull up along side of me in a ratty Geo Tracker. The blivet driver proceeds to say something along the lines of, “You Colorado drivers are real dumb shits, parking in the RED Zone” or words to that effect and starts to drive off.
My reply, “Go fuck yourself”, resulted in him slamming to a stop, jumping out of his POS, and getting in my face. He is about 50, a few inches shorter than me but just as fat. So now we have two hot heads jawing at each other. He left before it got physical, damn it. (Maybe my lucky day).
Turning around I saw this older lady with her cell phone recording the whole thing. Her remarks clearly showed her to be sympathetic to me.
“What was his problem? You are just doing your job”, she said.
I thanked her for having my back.
My lesson from all this is, I still have a hot temper and a short fuse. Despite all the problems this has caused me in my life I don’t have good (or any) control. Fuck it, don’t mean shit, drive on.