I was going to meet a friend in the parking ramp. She was giving me a ride to a Friday night event. She was late. I was standing inside by the elevators and I watched a guy drive by in a white van and park in a space that was not a parking space. It was just off to the side by some pillars. People have parked there before and blocked my space and I had trouble getting my car out or could not get it out. He got out of his car and walked towards the elevators. When he tried the door, he found it locked but he had a fob and was able to gain entry. 

When he came in I said, “Just so you know, that is not a parking space. It could block my way.”

He seemed confused and said it was guest parking. 

“No, it is not a space. If you have guest parking, you should have a space number to park in. All the spaces have numbers.”

He fumbled around and then called somebody on his phone and that person was clueless as well. Then he went back outside. When he came back in he said,

“I’m not blocking anybody. I’m not blocking you. You are just a complainer. You just love to complain. I bet all you do is complain. You f**king b**ch. What a f**king b**ch. Complain complain. B**ch You f**king b**ch”

At first I tried to explain to him what I was talking about but he was having none of it.

“F**king b**ch you are a f**king b**ch all you do is complain, complain”

“Yep, I just complain. Complain.”

Then he really started to get riled up. He was carrying a very old mangey tiny dog that looked like it was on its last legs. This big guy with a big mouth and a tiny sad dog. I refrained from commenting on that. Thought better of it.

He got right up in my face, “f**king b**ch, you are a f**king b**ch, what a f**king b**ch” and on and on. 

I finally looked him right in the eyes and said, “Are you going to hit me?”

I thought he was going to hit me, he was so riled up. Practically foaming at the mouth.

There was a split second flicker in his eyes, an almost undiscernible pause. He stepped back.

“I’m not going to hit you. You stupid f**king b**ch. What a stupid f**king b**ch.”

“Yeah, and you are nasty”

“I’m nasty? You are a nasty f**king b**ch. What a f**king stupid b**ch …” this went on for a while longer and I just looked away and ignored him without making further contact of any kind.

Eventually he went back outside and called his friend on his phone and I could hear him telling the person what a f**king b**ch I was.

I gave up on meeting my friend and went back to my apartment. I was shaken. I just wanted to get someplace safe. Away from the crazies.

I thought maybe I should have tried to film him or take his picture or take a picture of his van. But after seeing how the ICE agents react to that behavior it was probably not a good idea. Who knows how he would have reacted to that. 

An hour a later a friend checked and his van was gone. After all of that, he moved his van.

It was strange that he didn’t seem in any hurry to leave. I thought he would just get on the elevator and go see his friend. But he didn’t. He just stayed in the parking ramp. Why? What was he really doing? 

I’ve come across some crazies in my time. I go into survival mode. I try to calm them down. But the vitriol hate this guy was spewing was something new to me. He was truly a hater.

Over a parking space?