Get over it

For lunch today I decided to go to Green Tango, a salad lover’s heaven. I drove my usual 5-minute route to the lovely Green Tango and pulled into the parking lot, which was unusually full. I saw a car begin pulling out of a space (See diagram below), the space marked blue to be exact.

I was pleased. The space was right in front of Green Tango (See Yellow star marked Green Tango). I immediately turned on my blinker and patiently awaited the coveted space.
As I waited, I saw a white truck pulling out of the green space much further down the row (and much farther away from Green Tango). As soon as the space I was waiting on opened up and I prepared to pull in, the white truck approached and I expected it to pass on by and exit the parking lot. Instead, the male driver STOLE my space!!!
I honked my horn to notify him of his rudeness and moved along. The only available space was the green one that he had previously pulled out of. I sighed and parked my car.
I heaved my 7-months pregnant self out of the car and begin walking the long trek to Green Tango. On my journey there who do I pass but the driver of the white truck who stole my space. He reaches for the door to the Real Estate Office (See Yellow Star marked Real Estate Office).
“Thank you for taking my space,” I said to the man. I realize I should have said nothing at all if I was a quiet human being, but the hormones have been raging today. He grunted in response. That’s it. Just a simple grunt.
I grunted back in the form of a question, as if to say, “Oh, is that all you have to say for yourself?!”
Perhaps I gave him too much credit. You see, I expected a small sliver of an apology. Would you like to know his response?
“Oh, you’ll get over it,” he said.
I was raised to believe that we should treat others as we wish to be treated. I was raised to love all human beings despite their faults. But this was too much.
“Well aren’t you the biggest as$hole,” I said to him.
And despite what he may think, I still haven’t gotten over it.