Grrrr!

Today, as I walked out of work towards my parked car, keys in hand, I was crossing the street (corner of 12th and Cecil B. Moore) and a fairly nice, normal car pulled up to the red light as I was crossing (I had the little green man that said I could walk). And this fairly nice, normal car continues to pull up and pull up and edge onto the cross walk. And the young woman/girl driving, who looked seemingly nice, no hints of ghetto-attitude or prig-ish haughtiness, watches me as I'm crossing, and the nearer I get to her car, the more she edges up on the cross walk.

And then I hear her say (her window was down) to the two passengers in the rear of her car, "Should I hit her?"

My mind: WHAT?!? And I just look at her, wide-eyed, in astonishment, and she then proceeds to continue edging up and then comes within a 1/2 inch of my legs right when I'm in front of her bumper!!! I continued to walk, slightly fearing for my life, and thought: Ah! Crazy woman! What is she thinking!?! Rude! Needless to say, I made it across the street in safety, but as soon as I finished passing her car, she floored it and ran the red light and took off, barely NOT hitting me.

This little incident left me walking away in awe and a little bit of frustration. But that frustration mounted as I drove a couple blocks in mulling over the situation. This is what I *wish* I had said at the moment: (holding up the keys I had ready in my hand) "Oh! I'm sorry! Did you want to run your car into my keys? I can arrange that." Then I would have proceeded to key her sea-foam green car, right on her hood, and walk off.

I just don't understand how a seemingly normal person in a car can want to hit a normal person walking across the street, sans provacation.

Thank goodness my natural instinct is to walk away in awe and not actually react in the way I *wished* after a few moments of bitter contemplation.