CrazypsychoIndianlady

My morning started off with a brisk 11M run around Flatwoods.  It was fabulous and as always, a great way to start the week...nothing would ruin my mood.

Well, then I pulled into our guard gate.

I've been having trouble with my bar code...probably because it turned 6 years old on Saturday and needs to be replaced (Side note: There's no way I'm spending $10 on a new sticker at this point).  So often times I have to back up and go through the scanner again.  The person in front of me had the same issue today, and I gave her room to try again.  But when I went through, the arm didn't raise and a minivan was on my keister, leaving me no room to reverse.

So I looked back and gave a Will-you-please-give-me-some-room-here? wave.  Apparently as I backed up the gate went up, and I saw it when I faced forward again and I drove through.

When I looked in the rear-view mirror I saw CrazypsychoIndianlady barreling through the gate and she was instantly right up my @$$!  I drove the speed limit (25mph) and she was nearly touching my bumper!  

I drove a few houses down, but I just couldn't stand it.  I threw my car into park and jumped out and went to her window  (By the way, I was pretty sure her minivan bumped my car).  

I asked, "What's your problem?"  Her reply was that I didn't drive through the gate.  I said, "The gate didn't go up and I had to reverse and go through again.  I needed you to give me a little space to do that."  I have no idea what I had done wrong, but she ranted on and on...all with her kid in the back seat (great role-modeling).  I repeated again that all I needed her to do was back up and give a little space between us.

Apparently CrazypsychoIndianlady was late for the latest episode of Jerry Springer.

I could see the conversation was going nowhere, so I got back in my car and started to drive the speed limit...and CrazypsychoIndianlady was on my tail in an instant!  

Seriously!?!?!

I pulled over and let her pass...and didn't understand what she was yelling at me through the window (and the poor guy driving behind us kept his distance).  I followed her til she turned.  There was no way I wanted CrazypsychoIndianlady knowing where I live.

The WTF alarm was ringing once again...