Unfiltered Story #128356

I’m in a store, walking on the left side of an aisle, since the right side have occasional items that would send me on the left every four-five steps anyway. There is no one to be seen, exception made of one elder man with a cart coming straight in front of me. As we get close, I take a step aside in another aisle to let him pass and keep going my way.

When we get side to side, in a quite grumpy and heinous tone he say: “Don’t you drive a car?! ” without stopping.

I was too polite to answer him, but I really thought “Well, indeed, I don’t. Specially not at this very moment and neither do you…”