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Posted at 10:20 AM ET, 02/14/2010

Clash of the SUV drivers

By washingtonpost.com editors

By Joan McQueeney Mitric
Kensington

It is good to know that a paralyzing snowfall brings out the best in us.

That was indeed the warm-fuzzy feeling of my rather affluent Montgomery County neighborhood as last Sunday’s afternoon sun was at its zenith. About six neighbors on our block were out shoveling (what else to do, alas, with no county plow in view?). Soon enough, all of them were helping me, a still agile but solo woman whose husband had left for foreign lands just in the nick of time. Lucky him.

This neighborly brigade — using a bright turquoise dust pan, brooms and various bent snow shovels, helped to liberate our long rows of deodar cedars. All were at the breaking point, some limbs already down and cracked from snow too heavy to bear. Others cleared a path for my red 1994 Volvo station wagon, so it could edge out in an emergency. All civil, friendly and good.

And then, on the next block up the hill, a fight broke out.

We heard F-bombs and other curses. Shovels became jousting lances, and not in jest. This violent altercation was witnessed by no fewer than 10 people:

“Move your [expletive] car. Move it!”

“I’m trying to move it, but I need a minute or two.”

“I gave you a minute. Now it’s two minutes, going on three. Move your car!”

“[Expletive]”

“[Expletive, expletive].”

Two men with huge SUVs. They jousted and swung and verbally lashed at each other: Was it Super Bowl Sunday violence syndrome?

Finally, the one in a hurry revved up his black chariot and gunned it down the hill.

I had fleeting thoughts: “Well, if your mother is in cardiac arrest, your kid has a fever seizure or your daughter hit a tree while sledding, perhaps this kind of aggressive, urgent unpleasantness is excusable. Otherwise, it’s a sorry sign for our society — especially during a week when even the president is calling for more civility.”

As our local testosterone-engorged driver roared by with his window open, I said to him: “Bad.” In return, I got a predictably expletive-filled response. Sad.

By washingtonpost.com editors  | February 14, 2010; 10:20 AM ET
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Comments

was there a point, ANY point, to this item? A couple of your neighbors yelled at each other. So? *Why* were they yelling? How did it get to the point of 'jousting' with snow shovels? Did SUV#1 pull into SUV#2's freshly shoveled parking space? Did you even bother to ask what the ruckus was about?

What a lame, LAME, article. Silly me, I really thought quality would go UP once Len Downey left. My bad...

Posted by: WilyArmadilla | February 16, 2010 6:49 AM | Report abuse

Ms. Mitric strikes me as the type of terminally self-righteous person who always thinks she's better than anybody else in her neighborhood, especially if she disagrees with their personal choices, such as the car they drive. Try minding your own business, lady.

Posted by: WashingtonDame | February 16, 2010 9:17 AM | Report abuse

I thought this piece was just fine. However, many of us don’t enjoy being reminded of the rage-a-holics and conniptives we live amongst around here.

Posted by: FedUpInMoCo | February 16, 2010 12:24 PM | Report abuse

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