The Key People in My Life: Part Three

If I were a person with any sort of personality disorder which of course I am not....I might think the"Key People" were sent to possibly, maybe, kill me! Why? Because they are getting too close to my space and vehicle. They are getting out of control. Or am I? Or rather they have a personality affliction like OCD where they cant stand anything out of place. Maybe they wash their hands twenty five times a day and the misplaced key in my trunk may push them to wash their hands fifty times a day now.
I was on campus yesterday delivering books in the middle of allot of traffic when a honking begins. Loud honking, not little tweeps that would gently gain my attention, no, loud honking in repititious reverberation which heightened my anxiety to the maximum levels. That doesn't usually happen until mid afternoon. I scanned my mirrors to find a man in a station wagon which I didn't think the automobile industry manufactured anymore. He pulls his stationwagon into a cove driveway and continues honking. This man is on a mission to kill me from fright or shear determination of key plight. The later is true as he rolls down his window, still honking and waiting for my slow response which only made it worse. I was so nervous I couldn't find the window I wanted to open. There are only four window opening levers but anxiety and confrontation allowed confusion to roll on in. I got the opposite drivers side window down and peired at this man across one more lane of traffic only to then see him start to get out of his now illegally parked station wagon and give me the "Infamous News!" "Do you know you left your key back there? Do you want me to get it for you?" Can you imagine putting your life in danger to help some stranger save their key? Me either. Although I always show appreciation to these "key people" in my life with personality disorders. They say you surround yourself with what you are. Oh please. Sometimes I think I am not appreciative enough of the help offered me. I usually say, "Oh thank you, I can get it." Come on! These people have gone to great lengths to nearly kill me from fright, driving too close, honking, waving, jumping out at stoplights in traffic, following me into business's after they find a place to park, leaving their children alone to catch me, telling me they cant live with themselves if they don't come back and let me know. Know what? That I am driving a normal car with a key in the trunk. What can happen? My point is, maybe I should be more dramatic so they feel better. Like hit myself in the forehead like I am a dummie and forgot the key, and or say, " Oh My God thank you, you saved my life." And so on. Maybe I am not the dummie here or the person with the disorder for sure. Then again I think leaving the "key" in the trunk latch (for my job because it is broken and I need to open it one hundred times a day) is a way of getting back at my Mother for always having to have everything in order and in its perfect place. The "key" to the "key people in my life" could be ..........REBELLION. Whose? Mine or their's? Now isnt that taking "the Key" to the ninth degree? .