Please Wake Up and Calm Down, Folks. You're Scaring Me Big Time.

I've had quite the week with my car and stop signs:

1)  I almost hit a biker while making a right turn.  I felt HORRIBLE about this and the biker was very quick to place all blame on me.  He flipped me off and he yelled at me.  I pulled over and on the verge of tears screamed out an apology and calmed myself down.  I've had friends get hit by cars on their bikes, I in no way want to do that!  I stopped but he didn't.  He didn't stop, he just kept blazing right past me on that bike flailing his arms and carrying on like I meant to cause him harm.  And that's what tipped me off--WAIT A MINUTE!  This dude came out of NOWHERE from behind me and didn't stop at the stop sign.  Aren't bikers supposed to follow the rules of the road as well?  I think so!  Secondly, he wasn't wearing a helmet.  Lastly, I don't have eyes in the back of my head, I can't possibly know when someone is flying past me at the speed of light from behind and out of nowhere.  He hadn't been there a second ago and now here he was zooming past and leaving all responsibility in my lap for his safety.  Well I'll do my part, but pitch in here!  Jerk.  

2)  I pulled up to the stop at the end of my street and I stopped.  It is a 4-way stop, we all stop.  No other cars--or bikes!-- were at the stop.  I pulled out to make a left turn and a car barreling down the road I was turning onto slammed on his breaks, slammed on his horn even more and with the other free hand flipped me the bird while screaming profane things at me.  Apparently he was completely CLUELESS that there even was a stop sign and was pissed at me for abruptly halting his forward movement.  I was in shock and just kept driving.  I hoped he wasn't going to turn around and kill me because he seemed on the verge and just needing an excuse to lose it completely.  Once I passed, he continued flying down the street at the speed of light as well. Jerk.

God I wish we were all driving horse-drawn buggies or walking to our destinations.  I'm retro like that.  That said, I got yelled at one time by a runner--A RUNNER!-- because I walked in front of him while attempting to cross the lakefront path with a small child.  It was either him or a trillion bikes...I guess I should have taken my chances with the bikes.  Jerk.