I sat in the car waiting for my mother to come out of the hospital, she was midway through her chemo treatments, and I was her chauffeur. I felt fortunate because I was able to snag a parking spot on the street not too far from the hospital entrance, which is no easy task in midtown Manhattan. I sat patiently waiting watching cars go by, then suddenly a traffic jam appeared. Someone was blocking cars from going by because they were double parked and waiting for their passenger to get in the car. The passenger may have either been older or just went through some type of procedure because she was moving slow. I must admit it was extremely inconsiderate even for a New Yorker, they could have moved in just a little so cars could be able to pass. Then the noise started, one driver started beeping his horn and screaming obnoxiously for them to get out of the way. I breathed deeply because some people in my beloved city can be nasty and I felt the nastiness building.
“Lord please, I do not want to witness a fight today,” I said out loud to myself
I am an HSP (Highly Sensitive Person) so negative energy really does me in. I looked to my right at the guy and I could almost feel the demon beginning to possess him.
He got out of his car and proceeded to walk passed the three cars in front of him towards the car blocking all of the traffic. I breathed deeply again because I knew it was not going to be pretty. Maybe he was in a rush more than everyone else waiting, I have no idea what his problem was because only three minutes went by and he was already out of his car dead locked on his target.
The women in the car behind him had a look on her face of disgust. We were in front of a hospital and patients need time to get in and out of cars.
“He should have went down another block,” I said to myself.
He looks inside of the window of the car in front of the hospital entrance blocking the traffic and yells at him.
“MOVE YOUR ASS,” is what I heard his scream from about thirty feet away.
The patient trying to get in the car started trembling and I couldn’t believe how evil he was.
He walked back to his car huffing, puffing, and turning red. The woman in the car behind him rolled her window down and tries to tell him that his behavior was inappropriate and says he needs to just wait.
“What is all the fuss about?” She asks.
That’s when it got worse.
He looked at her and yelled at the top of his lungs, “You F#%&ing B*%$%, you fat hoe, mind your f#%&ing business. You’re a stupid ass woman that can’t drive so shut the f#%& up.”
I cringed and looked at her. She rolled up her window and starred at him. She didn’t respond, she just let him say whatever he wanted. I thought that was the smartest thing to do.
I breathed again while feeling her fear and hurt, being an HSP is not easy, we pick up on everything. He jumped back in his car, him or the demon inside of him glanced at me and thank goodness that the car blocking traffic began to move. They all drove by so I look to my left and saw my mother approaching my car.
I put my head down as she got in.
“Hey Shanaya, I didn’t take too long did I?” She asked.
I looked at the time on the screen in my car and I couldn’t believe that all of that happened in a span of five minutes. I felt the devil inside him, I felt the woman’s fear, I felt the pressure of the driver blocking traffic trying to get his passenger inside his car safely, I felt the intensity of the other drivers waiting to get by and by God I was exhausted.
“No I wasn’t here long, people have to be kinder to each other, come on let’s go I will tell you all about it.”
I put my right blinkers on and drove off.
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