It's like they can't choose between nice and nasty, so they do both, but the aftertaste is never pleasant - nasty is unfortunately more powerful.
Here's a simple example.
Husband tows a large trailer for work. Apparently today his brake lights weren't working on the trailer. Bummer, right? Let's face it, that's the sort of thing that can happen to anyone. Unless somebody tells you, it's feasible that you can drive for ages without knowing. We could argue that you should start your car and then walk to the back and check your lights before driving EVERY TIME. You don't do that, don't even pretend you do!
(If you do, you probably shouldn't be reading my blog. You probably should be re-checking your lights.)
So a woman drives up along side him today, winds down her window and leans in to talk to him. Husband winds down his window, anticipating some sort of gardening question (bless!).
"You're break lights don't fucking work," is what she said, complete with facial snarl.
He's a little surprised and responds with a simple "OK". She must have been concerned that he wouldn't know what to do with that information because she felt the need to follow up with:
"You might want to fucking get that fixed."
What could have been really useful and appreciated feedback from a fellow driver was a bitter attack at a guy just out trying to make a living. Couldn't she have just said "Excuse me, your lights aren't working" and drove happily on her way? Is that really so hard?
You won't be surprised to hear that she had a child in the back seat, listening to all her anger and bullshit. Just sayin'.
I have countless other personal stories like this. Countless. It's depressing. We need to, as a nation - wait, as a bloody species - stop being arseholes to each other and just try getting along. It's not that freaking hard.
Are you sick of turds?