Arguing with strangers

My promised story from yesterday.

L. and I were out doing to the grocery shopping. We had just finished at one store and were heading to the second store on a street that is extremely busy and which I do my very best to avoid. (This first store was one of my stores I go to occasionally and stock-up on the things I can get there. Besides Aldi, I have five other different stores that I do this at because there is not one store out here where I can get everything I use and keep in my pantry. It just seems keeping a wide variety of items shouldn't be that difficult. I mean, if you can stock 135,239 different brands of breakfast cereal, can't you also stock more different foods? And don't get me started on the one "ethnic" aisle that most grocery stores have.) Anyway, so having spent far more money than I had really meant to stocking up on things such as bucatini, okra (!!!), arborio rice, and decent pita bread, it was time to head to Aldi.

As I said, we were on a very busy street, stopped at the light at an intersection of another very busy street. The light turned green and I waited for the car in front of me to move. And waited. And waited. So I lightly honked (does anyone else want different tones to their horns... I want one sound for "Hey, you might not have noticed" and another for "Get out of my lane, can you truly not see the 15-passenger van right in front of you?") Then the cars behind me started to honk. I look a little closer and it seems maybe the driver is leaning over. They are certainly not seeming to register the sound of the horns. This seemed very odd, so I had room to navigate the giant van around and in front of the car. As I drive past, it certainly looks as though the driver is unconscious. I pull in front, put on my blinkers, grab my phone, and call 911. I get out of the car while I'm talking to 911 trying to figure out whether I'm in Geneva or St. Charles and walk to the car to see if I can see what is going on with the driver. I'm still having the Geneva/St. Charles discussion with dispatch while pounding on the window. The driver jerked awake and rolled down the window. I asked if they are alright and they assured me they were. This is where I started to argue that perhaps they were not as alright as they were telling me. I'm thinking either they had a seizure and had no idea or they were so fantastically fatigued that they were able to fall asleep on a crazy busy road and shouldn't be behind the wheel. Dispatch then cuts in and asked if the person was asking for assistance, so I told them no, but probably they should be. Dispatch pretty much said there wasn't anything they could do. I tried once again to suggest they were not as alright as they thought, said good-bye, got back in the van, and went to Aldi. 

And that's my brief and odd story.