good morning aggression, or, i'm not leaving the house again today.

i woke up this morning, my head a bit clearer than yesterday. less emotional, still feel yucky about the whole sitch friday night- yucky about my reaction, yucky about my reactions to the racism blogs, yucky about my ignorance to racism, yucky about what was said. it doesn't help that i am pms'ing.
so i stayed in bed or on the couch all day yesterday. my poor puppy was antsy for someone to play with him, since the kids are at fax's he's been severely neglected by me. i promised him that i would take him to the dog park today.
i woke up this morning, got dressed, and threw him in the car. our first stop was starbucks. i pulled up in a space right in front of the door. it was the only space in the parking lot. there was a guy and girl in business attire sititng at the table in fornt of my car. their was a porsche right next to me, parked over the line, so that it was partially in my space.
my drivers door sucks. it sticks so that you ave to push it open pretty forcefully, or it won't open. so what happens tis morning? of course, it decides to stop sticking, slamming right into te porsche. and who does the porsche belong to? yep, asshole sitting at the table.
i get out of the car, look at is door, no marks. whew. but then i hear "HEY! YOU FUCKING HIT MY CAR!". i say i'm sorry, it was an accident, and there are no marks. this guy comes CHARGING at me. i almost pee my pants. he stops rigt in front of me "DON'T YOU HAVE A FUCKING CLUE? YOU SLAMMED YOUR DOOR RIGHT INTO MY CAR!!! YOU FUCKING MORON!!". i remained calm, surprisingly, and replied "sir, you need to calm down. there are no marks, and if you find one i'll be more than happy to pay for it." to which this asshole replies "OH, LIKE YOU COULD AFFORD IT." i walked away. jerkhead.
so i'm waiting for my coffee, knowing it was payback for me punching that guy friday night. of course it was going to come back to me.
i leave and go to te dog park. its divided into two sections, one side for dogs under 20lbs and one side for big dogs. everyone there is in the small dog side, so i feel bad for slacks because he as no dogs to play with. we play around for about an hour, and then get ready to leave. an old woman walks in wit her dog wile i am leashing slacks. the dog comes running at us, barking, snarling, growling. nice. she calls him off, but he randomly runs snarling at us as we're leaving. we get outside of the fence, and the woman says "oh, he just wants to play, why do you have to leave?". well, i don't think a rabid german shepherd just wants to play, but thats just a hunch. i thought for sure he just wanted to eat us. i tell her we've been there for awhile, and need to get home. she was too old and sweet, i didn't want to tell her that her dog was an aggressive asshole.
i think that karma has paid me back, but just in case theres more for me, i'm not leaving the house again today.