How I became an asshole

I was at the corner of 7th and Garfield, waiting to cross 7th. The light changed and I had the walk signal. I started into the street. A woman was turning right from Garfield onto 7th and didn’t want to stop for me. I saw her, threw up my arms, backed away, and went back onto the sidewalk. Impatiently, she motioned me to cross. I motioned her to keep moving. She rolled down her window and yelled at me. I told her to “just go, goddammit” and then I said she was a bitch. She stopped her car like she was going to get out, but then she kept going. I don’t know–is that a big guy against a tiny woman, or a big guy against an even bigger automobile?