Traffic along 7th Avenue in Brooklyn is thick, this time of day - cars double parked, drivers pulling out into intersections and blocking cross-traffic on red, all kinds of shenanigans. So it isn’t that big of a deal when the bus driver of the bus I’m in honks politely at the guy with his door open into traffic to let him know that we’re passing.
But instead of taking the honk as the gentle warning that it was, the guy scowls, glares at the bus as it passes, and then stalks alongside it to stand in front of us. He waves his hands angrily, then continues on his way, easily outpacing us due to the sluggishness of traffic.
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