Seattle Drivers: You Suck (but it's cool, man)
But something about these Seattle drivers, as much as I loathe them, has me feeling like kind of a little roadway Grinch.
Yesterday, for probably the fourth or fifth time since I've been living here, I got into a parking fight with someone. I had assumed most people knew the protocal for dealing with these sticky little situations: hornblowing, finger throwing, window rolling down, obscenity screaming, with the winner being whoever can whip into the spot first. A Seattle parking fight, in contrast, consists of me doing all of the above while the other person gives a friendly little wave, mouthes 'sorry' and drives off. Frankly, it's a little unnerving. I mean, who are these people who aren't willing to raise their blood pressure over a parking spot? Maybe, just maybe, I can stop getting so aggro over parking spots (doubtful, but either way, I'm sure my heart grew two sizes yesterday). Thank you Seattle drivers, god love ya, you're annoying little ways might just start to rub off on me.