On June 26, I was the eighty-two-year-old senior retrieving a shopping cart from the raised buggy return area of the Wesbrook underground parking lot.
Your low-slung, expensive sports car was parked to my immediate right, less than one meter away. You started and revved your car engine with such a roar that I had a massive startled reaction. My hands flew up, my head and spine snapped back, and I couldn’t figure out which way to run. All this resulted in a fierce headache reminiscent of my previous stroke.
When I was able to look at you, you were laughing and continued to laugh as you backed out and roared away. I couldn’t recover in time to get your license plate, but believe me, your face and car are permanently ingrained in my mind.
I will be looking for you and will have no qualms about loudly calling out your immature, disrespectful behaviour.
And remember, your “manhood” is not measured in decibels.
(NAME WITHHELD UPON REQUEST)