Making Faces

It is hot today; really, really hot. I had to make a quick trip to the store for ice cream ingredients for Mr. M. We are having some friends over for a movie and dessert. Thankfully, there is a Starbucks right by the store. I don't know if I'd have had the strength or fortitude to shop without a cold drink running through my innards. After I drank my refreshing and life-giving drink, I drove across the lot to the store. I did my little bit of shopping, and I headed for my air-conditioned home. As I was pulling out of the parking lot and turning onto the very wide and very empty street, I didn't see the other car coming around the corner . . . so I mozied out into the street. Mind you, the driver had more than enough room to simply and gently brake, let me get out of her way and go on, and more than enough room to just go around me. But did she do either? No. She pulled up dangerously close to my car just so that she could make a face at me. What did she think that would accomplish? I think it was pretty obvious that I hadn't meant to get in her way. I knew I had made a mistake by not seeing her, but why she thought she had to take time out of her day to tell me, by the face she made, that I had made a mistake, that is completely beyond me. We all know, I think, the negative physical effects of anger and stress, so I just want to ask this lady if it was worth it. It would have been so easy for her to just slow down a bit or to go around me. She was in no danger whatsoever. Human behavior is often beyond comprehension. We are all in the same boat, on the same earth, and we all just want to get from Point A to Point B. Why can't we just help each other out? It's so easy-and good for your heart.