Reason Not To Drive #__ : The Crazy Armenian

If you don’t drive, the possibility of an angry Armenian jumping out of his ‘98 white Mercedes C class and charging at you after he cuts you off is quite slim. Though not to put it past the athletic suit wearing offender, I just think the chances are less, not impossible, for such a confrontation to occur while riding the bus or train.

Ahh yes there’s nothing quite like starting a morning at your bus stop with a little bit of road rage. And though a private transit advocate, I must commend the Nissan driver for not retaliating when the Armie came across two lanes to pull into a parking lot causing the Nissan to skid to a stop in the passenger side door of the Mercedes. The Armie then jumped out of his car into the middle of a busy Olive St., charged at the Nissan, chest revealing more with every stride, and started shoving the driver. He then yelled a bit and grabbed at something on the dashboard with fiery determinedness that I can only assume was a mini jeweled crown of sum sort.

The scene was blocking the two right lanes, my bus included, but was finally able to swerve around the circus and come to my stop and I missed the no doubt anti-climactic ending of an antagonist realizing he might be in for an ass whooping and worse yet, scuff his bleach white K-Swiss. The bus stopped and the speaker sounded off. Then the doors opened and a fellow passenger and I gave each other knowing glances, thinking, “Glad I don’t have to deal with that nonsense.” Well, that and “My what as asshole.”