What turns some drivers into monsters when they get into the Studio City Trader Joe’s parking lot?
Yesterday, I stopped off there, around 11 am, to pick up a few items.
As I waited for an older lady to pull out of a parking space, a “young” woman in a Mercedes had to stop behind me.
Looking in my rear view mirror, I could see the Mercedes lady making gestures and signs indicating that I was “crazy” and “what the fuck are you doing?” That’s right, she was incensed, angered and completely furious that she had to stop inside a parking lot to wait for me to park.
And I needed to back up a bit to allow the old lady in front of me to pull out. The Mercedes driver would not move. With an expressionless Botox face, eyes covered in sunglasses, she was not going to reverse.
I got out of my car and walked back to her. “Would you pull your car back?” I asked. Behind her closed window, she screamed, “You’re crazy. Look at your car! If you lay a hand on my car, I’ll call the police.” She pulled into reverse, maybe 2 feet back.
The old lady pulled out, I pulled in and the Mercedes drove into the lane that exited onto Ventura Boulevard. While she stopped there at the light, I walked up to her again.
“Why don’t you try to act human,” I screamed.
It seemed to have no effect on her whatsoever.