I had a small case of "pedestrian rage" yesterday evening.

George and I were walking down Henry Street in Brooklyn, which is a really narrow street - it's one way and it's only wide enough for one car, and the street is made narrower still by the fact that cars are always parked on both sides of the street, since everyone and their grandmother needs a car in a city that has more modes of public transportation than you could possibly ask for.

Anyway, a FedEx driver was stopped in the street getting directions from an elder-care van driver who was sitting in his parked van. Well, the cars began to back up, followed by the inevitable honking. Haven't people realized by now that honking doesn't make traffic move? This really ought to be a headline in the Post, because people have no idea about this amazing fact.

But the best part was some knucklehead actually gets out of his car and starts yelling at the driver! "Hey FedEx! You're blocking traffic!" Well, I thought he said "fat-ass" and my blood started to boil! "He's getting directions!" I yelled at the douchebag. The guy looked at me and said, as he's climbing back in his car, "Well...he doesn't have to do it in the middle of the street!" And I said "What is he supposed to do?!?" Meanwhile G is like "I can't believe you just yelled at that guy!" And I'm like "He's an asshole! He called the driver a fat-ass!" And George says "No he didn't!!! He said 'Fed-Ex,' not 'fat ass!'" "He did?!? Well, he's still a jerk for yelling at him! Have some fucking patience!!"

I would have still said something even if I knew he'd only said "Fed-Ex." Really, these assholes that drive cars around the city really tick me off. If you insist on having a car in the city, you better be ready for lost Fed-Ex drivers who have nowhere to pull over on narrow city streets to get directions. He's probably delivering your fucking tchotchke from Crate and Barrel, you asshole! Walk next time if you can't handle it!!

Whew. Ok, I feel much better now!