Irate Idler or Elitist Progressive?
A few days ago, I stopped on Columbus Avenue on my way to the bank. There was a traffic officer approaching me and I noticed at the same time, a gray van idling at the curb side. I asked the officer about the idling law and he knew very little about it. But the driver overheard my questioning and his ears perked up. He left the van and approached us both
“Hey you, tree hugger, does it feel good to be an elitist progressive?
The cop walked away. So I was left standing next to this fellow with bursting tattooed arms. It is not offen I get confronted with someone OUTSIDE his car.
I tried to politely disengage and avoid hostility. I walked down the street, made my banking deposit, and headed home, once again coming across the irate idler. He was once again inside his van, chowing down on Chinese take out.
“It’s you again!’ he shouted and began revving his engine. I never gave him eye contact. He began revving his engine wildly and shouting words I could not quite understand.
The words were not elitist progressive…I can assure you of that.