I am not a NASCAR driver (contrary to popular belief). I am, however, a competent driver. Nothing enrages me more than people who assume I cannot drive because I have female genitalia. That does not affect my vision nor my reflexes. I brought my car (left the lambo at home) to Boston this summer and got to experience the realest of the real of the “Masshole” drivers, not that NY is any better. Since I’ve been here I’ve been forced to face the facts that many men think women are bad drivers, and OK I do see your point. Women do tend to be more cautious and careful, whatever. It is kind of a fair stereotype, but it isn’t one that applies to me.
There is a Sunoco station down the street where I go and fill up my car with a liquid more expensive than grey goose–REALLY NOT IDEAL. Now, I hate when it’s not self-serve. I hate it because it’s always a man working at the station and he must think I’m on crack because he assumes I don’t know how to park my car next to the pump. This dude always pretends he’s saving the goddamn day by “helping me.” I haven’t parallel parked since the day I took my road test, but I’m pretty sure I still remember how to put the car in drive, move forward and then put it in park, but thanks for verifying. This same guy stands directly in front of my car, waving his hands like he’s some kind of police officer directing traffic, just to tell me to “move forward.” I know this is being directed towards me because I’m a girl because this guy never does it to men.
Last week when this guy did this, I rolled down my window and told him he wasn’t a crossing guard because clearly he wasn’t too sure. He still proceeded to keep guiding me towards the pump. There was no one else at the gas station. No other cars, just me and my small car. PLEASE LEAVE, SIR. Really, please make a swift exit and do not wave your hands in front of my windshield. I asked him if he wanted me to hit him with the car because he was just standing so close and flailing his hands, yelling MOVE FORWARD–aggressive crossing guard, am I right? I still am contemplating a gentle love tap between the hood of my automobile and his crotch. Just kidding–kind of. It would be one thing if it was obvious that I sucked at driving, but I really don’t– do you see a Connecticut license plate on my vehicle? Nope, IT SAYS NEW YORK, BITCH.
So now he’s obviously giving me attitude, but I had every right to call him out for being condescending. I’d like to see how he would react if I stood in front of his car wailing my body around like I owned that damn Sunoco station. He would not be pleased, I’m sure. He fills up the car, I say thank you and then he continues to direct me on how to drive out of the gas station–still the only car in the lot but I always forget that I’m blind, have no arms and never took a road test. Thank you!!!!!