Being a continuation of the story told previously, entitled The CD Binder, Part 1.
I first told that story many years after it happened, on a now-defunct Internet forum. Surprisingly, the story proved to be incredibly divisive and highly charged with gender issues. In short, there was a vocal contingent who asserted that knocking on the window of the car could have caused its occupants such distress that if it weren’t possible to gain their attention via less-threatening means, it would be better to let them drive off with the CD binder on top of their car.
Attentive readers will recall that I did in fact allow them to drive off with the eponymous binder still atop their vehicle. However, after telling the story I expressed regret that I had done so and a hope that I would make a different decision today. As a result, I ended up feeling (ironically) attacked and accused of being both creepy and insensitive to women’s issues. My response was, shall we say, sub-optimal, and I don’t think anybody left that discussion happy.
Life is complicated sometimes. It’s unfortunately not possible to please everybody. I now feel doubly the villain in this story; first, when choosing to do nothing after observing the errant binder, and second, when reacting defensively to new information. I hope for vigorous debate in the comments, if only to provide ample opportunity for a hat trick of failure.
If I figure this all out, I’ll be sure to let you know.