I work a Sam's Club (ungh.) We have a gas station that sells cheap gas. Which in turn, transforms normal people into shiny happy people.
I road the murdercycle to work today. I froze my ass off, but it was fun. I decided to fill up the tank as this might be the last rider before Winter storage. I pull up to the outside pumps on the left hand side. The station is designed for one way in/out. There are signs, arrows, etc... telling everyone this. Some times people with gas doors on the other side get impatient and go the wrong way to get to an open pump.
This is exactly what happened to me.
A lady come around the outside of me, the wrong way, and goes to the pump behind me. A van does the same thing, except I'm at the pump he wants. I don't think he saw me as my bike is a small one.
He cuts the corner sharp and then notices me there. He continues to drive toward me, and parks the van less than a foot away. I stare at him the whole time in disbelief. I begin to gather up my things, which wasn't quick enough for van dude. He gets out, swinging the door inches from me and has the guts to ask, "What is this a parking lot?"
I explain to him, not so politely, how this gas station works, that he's going the wrong way, and that its designed to keep people like him from hitting people like me.
"That's BIG talk," say the van dude.
I reply with, "Up yours," and ride away.
There is a lot more I wanted to say, but this is were I work, and I've been written up for chewing out someone for parking poorly and blocking a handicap zone. I know one of you would have taken the high road and ignored van dude, but my reaction was very tame and self censored for me.
Maybe I'm just looking for some zingers that I could have said to him.