A Run In

This morning, coming back home after dropping my son at his school, I switched the indicator to right, and then after a second or two,  put my right arm out,  and then,  after a second or two, turned right. All the while, there was someone shouting something.

I knew it had to be the man in the Honda Activa who had been trying to overtake me on the right side. I saw him in the mirror. I slowed him down, and had gotten my way.

As I was about to enter the gate, I stopped and turned back to see who he was. I still don't know who he is, but I confirmed that it was him who was shouting.

Okay, this is how we ride. No sense in stopping in the middle of the road to  give him way. Someone behind would have knocked me down, and I would have been the one  shouting,  more likely,  screaming.

I make it sound something casual, an everyday happening that you take in the stride. It did affect me, and how?

Here is a quote, which made me think of the incident:

Sir Joseph Porter : My pain and my distress,

                                   Again it is not easy to express.

                                  My amazement, my surprise,

                                  Again you may discover from my eyes.

ALL                        : How terrible the aspect of his eyes!

Not terrible, but terrified, in my case.

The quote is from a play by Gilbert and Sullivan.