you and me were meant to be walking free in harmony....

some days, coming home to maddy is the only thing that will make me feel good about humanity. this is somewhat ironic, as maddy is my roommate's dog. i'm sure everyone knows the feeling. i had a great night tonight...some light-hearted cards (i won! finally...and i don't even care that there was no money involved), a fantastic dinner with good friends, and then some more cards. but, as i was dropping my don't-call-me-friend-#2 friend off at her car, the mood all changed. we were going down a one way parking lot aisle. as we approach her car, i see headlights coming toward me. this is odd, as highlights are generally on the front of a car, and a car's front should not be pointed toward me. now, i've had a mudslide tonight, so i look around and confirm that i am indeed heading the correct way. this car, however, has now stopped, and people are loitering around it. do i honk? yell at them? yell at them with my wondows rolled up? just sit there? i of course chose the last option, being the overly polite and generally afraid person i am. the loiterers get in the car, and i pull over a touch to my right so they can pass. as they do so, someone in the backseat rolls his wondow down, sticks his head out, and yells, "get out of the way, bitch!" (i'll leave any discussion of this person's sobriety and physical attributes to the reader.) i'm unsure of how to take this remark. is this person actually mad at me? did i do something wrong? could i have misheard what was actually a heartfelt apology? it's just sad to me that with one sentence, someone could change the way that i'll remember this night. what should be remembered for a going away dinner for one of my favorite people in the world will instead always be thought of with a tinge of anger because of an act of random verbal violence.