Today I had an ugly experience at the library. Someone had parked his car on the only entrance where I can ride my bike into the bike area, and it’s the only entrance for wheelchairs. So I got out a sheet of paper from my notebook and began to write a note to the driver. Suddenly there was a man, asking what I was doing.
“I’m writing a note to the driver of this car.”
` “That’s me,” he said
“You are parked, blocking the only access to the library for a wheelchair,” I said.
`I’m handicapped,” he said, “Look at my license plate.” He didn’t look handicapped. He was in his sixties, agile, and I said, “That doesn’t give you the right to block out other handicapped people.”
“It’s none of your fucking business,’” he said, climbing into his new BMW.
“You’re an ugly man,” I said.
‘Fuck you!’ he shouted, starting his car. Then he called out, “Look out that you don’t get injured,” turning his steering wheel so that his front tire narrowly missed my foot.
“You’re an ugly man,” I said again. Not bad for a spur of the moment comment, but he is symptomatic of the world we live in, rich assholes who think that they can tread on the rights of others simply because they can afford to. He gave me the finger.
I must watch myself in case he spots me on my bicycle.