Since parking was disallowed in the neighborhoods, he had been circling downtown’s five blocks for a half-hour before a car’s reverse lights flashed on.  He stopped and backed-up, giving over three car-lengths of space for the car to back out into.  But another car crept quickly in from his left to line up ahead of him.  He about hurled open the door in a flash of fury, but took instead a quick grip of himself.  She may have been circling longer than he.  If not, she may then at any moment look behind and realize her mistake.  She did happen to look back, but it was to get him to back up a little.  The car backing out of the parking spot had stopped halfway, fearful of hitting her car from two car-lengths away. He felt a burn to lash out at both — but, in disgust, drove off instead, and down the road felt his fury find its target in him.