I Know I’m An a-hole But How Big Of One Am I?

So I was walking into my hotel this morning and had a bit of an unpleasant altercation with a stranger. The entry has a big revolving door as well as a regular doorway next to it that’s more narrow but the same length (about 10 feet). I was walking at a modest pace, not in a rush, but not dilly dallying. As I approached the side door a woman was trudging along just ahead of me. I noticed my pace was slightly faster than hers so I started to yield until she was just about clear of the other side of the doorway. I make a move to cut around her but just as I’m about clear of the doorway she completely stops and buries her head in her phone while blocking the entire doorway (yes she was rather large).

Before I’m about to collide with her I speak up, “Please keep walking” to which she snapped her head around, glared at me and barked, “what did you say?!” To which I repeated my words “please keep walking.” She snaps again saying not everyone walks as fast as you. I decide not to bother arguing with a stranger who was oblivious to her surroundings as she blocked the doorway with her fat arse.

As I’m walking away from her she follows me through the lobby (at a pace similar to my own) cursing at me and trying to get me to engage with her. She kept calling me an arse so finally I turned around and hit her with a “you were blocking the doorway fat arse” then kept it moving till she tired herself out and I eventually got away from her gravitational pull.

Sure, I’m the a-hole. But, for fricks sake, dealing with that kind of a person day to day is what made me the a-hole I am.