I was backing out of parking lot in Baton Rouge. I looked both ways and saw no one was coming.

As I backed up, with an awareness of any possible approaching vehicles, I saw another car quickly approach as if the driver was just going to drive through my vehicle. The other driver hit the horn and I could hear some high pitched yelling.

I wanted a confrontation because it felt like a duty. But I didn’t want to inconvenience anyone else, so I pulled forward into the parking space, and observed the other car was staying stationary in the center of the lane. Fine, I did my part to earn some crowd support. I put the transmission in park, flung open the door, took a few angry steps toward the other car and saw the other driver fling open their door too.

I was ready. It was like the 2 of us had just teleported to Sonic and only the winner was going to be dining in their car. The other would face the drive of shame.

Then I saw these long arse pink and green fingernails, and a bunch of braided blond hair weaves sitting on top a cobra-headed Shanequa and she was not happy.

My rage brain quickly and accurately assessed the gender and racial disadvantage of being in a no-win situation.

I got back in my vehicle (locked the door), and once again backed out. I could hear my new lady friend cussing my arse, taunting me, disparaging my skin color as well as my ancestry, inferred my gender preferences, while graciously inviting me to come back for more.

I’m only 2 generations removed from a single-wide, so just know how hard it was to swallow my pride.

It was the first and only physical confrontation I ever backed away from. Scarred me enough to increase my environmental awareness and risk assessment before reacting.

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Posted by soccerfüt

Location: A Series of Tubes

Member since May 2013

66292 posts

Posted on 2/8/24 at 8:50 pm to Willie Stroker

“You got to know when to hold ‘em,
Know when to fold ‘em.
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.”

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Posted by Hogwarts

Arkansas, USA

Member since Sep 2015

18073 posts

Posted on 2/9/24 at 8:04 am to Willie Stroker

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I was backing out of parking lot in Baton Rouge. I looked both ways and saw no one was coming.

As I backed up, with an awareness of any possible approaching vehicles, I saw another car quickly approach as if the driver was just going to drive through my vehicle. The other driver hit the horn and I could hear some high pitched yelling.

I wanted a confrontation because it felt like a duty. But I didn’t want to inconvenience anyone else, so I pulled forward into the parking space, and observed the other car was staying stationary in the center of the lane. Fine, I did my part to earn some crowd support. I put the transmission in park, flung open the door, took a few angry steps toward the other car and saw the other driver fling open their door too.

I was ready. It was like the 2 of us had just teleported to Sonic and only the winner was going to be dining in their car. The other would face the drive of shame.

Then I saw these long arse pink and green fingernails, and a bunch of braided blond hair weaves sitting on top a cobra-headed Shanequa and she was not happy.

My rage brain quickly and accurately assessed the gender and racial disadvantage of being in a no-win situation.

I got back in my vehicle (locked the door), and once again backed out. I could hear my new lady friend cussing my arse, taunting me, disparaging my skin color as well as my ancestry, inferred my gender preferences, while graciously inviting me to come back for more.

I’m only 2 generations removed from a single-wide, so just know how hard it was to swallow my pride.

It was the first and only physical confrontation I ever backed away from. Scarred me enough to increase my environmental awareness and risk assessment before reacting.