I should not, under any circumstances, be allowed to drive when I am on the rag.

It is dangerous for all involved.

This morning I pulled into WaWa to get some food for work today, and as I was pulling in I stopped to scope out a parking spot. As I'm sitting there, this HUGE van starts backing out of a parking space that is about 6ft in front of me. He obviously didn't even LOOK around him or anything because I had been sitting there. He starts turning the ass-end of the van in my direction. He gets so close to my car while barely being out of the parking spot, I honk, he doesn't stop. I know he's not going to stop until he is out of said parking spot and he is Mr. King Douchebag so I freak out. I start backing my car up (pretty quickly I might because AssholeMan was pulling out so fast you would've thought someone told him they would chop his nuts off if he didn't GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAWA PARKING LOT LIKE NOWISH.)

Problem is, I panic so I don't even look behind me when I'm backing up. There was a car behind me who was pretty far behind and they gave me a little beep to say "Hey yo, I'm back here too." But the AssholeDude made me catch his asshole-ness! I totally could have hit that car! I didn't, but I totally could have!

So, being the calm and level-headed gal I just so happen to be, I speed out of the WaWa parking lot with reckless abandon as soon as I can and follow AssholeVan screaming obscenities at him from my car, as if he can hear me.

Now, in my own defense, AssholeVan happened to be going the same direction I was going ANYWAY, but still.

And now I'm cranky because I have no food to shove in my face all day.

I should seriously be locked in a room for the next 5 days.