Fyrja
Well-Known Member
I was reading the common courtesy thread, and since this happened yesterday and is still fresh in my mind I thought I'd share it.
Yesterday evening after work I stopped by my local Walmart to pick up some kitty litter and cat food. The trip was relatively uneventful, until I got to the parking lot.
Perhaps it was fate, or the planets were aligned just right, or maybe my offerings to the parking gods pleased them. By some strange coincidence I had actually scored a really good parking spot. I should explain a little here. I'm not one to drive in circles around a parking lot for a good space, and I absolutely under no circumstance will stop and wait on someone to load groceries so I can have their spot. I have absolutely no problem with walking from the back of the lot. Yesterday though, as I pulled into the lot this spot beckoned to me. It shone with a certain light, like manna dropped down from parking heaven. I parked and all was good with the universe.
When I returned with my purchases, I opened my trunk and began the process of unloading heavy bags of kitty litter from my cart.
I did mention that I myself never stop and wait for others to load their items correct? Perhaps I didn't express that clearly enough. People who hold up traffic waiting on spots are one of my biggest pet peeves. It is completely inconsiderate, rude, and just flat out ridiculous. I would rather give myself a pedicure with a cheese grater than deal with these people.
I hefted up my second bag of kitty litter, and like a sneaky parking demon hell spawn she appeared. A black Lincoln. I glance back as she stops, her vehicles overly large rear jutting into the road that runs across the front of the store. She is waiting. Like a predatory creature in the bushes, the one that waits for the one smaller antelope to separate from the herd.
My arch nemesis has made herself known. My teeth clench together, but I continue to load my items into my car. "You can't stop people from being Jerks." The mantra chanted in my head over and over. It almost drowns out her voice as it carries through her open window, but only almost.
"That white B@#!% needs to hurry the F@#! up", she says it loud and proud. My somewhat befuddled mind grasps the words and comprehends them. Before I can stop myself my head swivels on my neck to look directly at her. I feel the muscles of my face move, it's not conscious anymore. Sheer instinct takes over as I give her a big grin.
The last of my groceries stowed into the trunk, I shut it. Slowly. Then I walk my cart a few spaces down the lot to put it into the cart corral. I leisurely walk back to my car, checking out license plates, my toes, my nails and anything else that catches my fancy on the way, things like wrappers and shiny pebbles. And what do my eyes behold by my car? There seem to be a 3 or 4 loose carts haphazardly scattered in front of my car and by the door. So I police them up to make it easier on the guys who gather the carts. I look back at her after this. She's still there, and wouldn't you know it there is a car stuck behind her. It's been about 10 minutes at this point. I grin again and sit down in my car. I go through my CD's because it's time to change the music. Bad Religion seemed like a good idea, and loud? Yes louder is better. The music plays and still I sit in my car. Air conditioning, music, comfy! It takes about 2 songs, but finally she gets the point and leaves. Then I simply back out, a satisfied smirk stuck smugly to my face as I watch one of the cars she held up in traffic take the space formerly known as mine.
Victory!
Yesterday evening after work I stopped by my local Walmart to pick up some kitty litter and cat food. The trip was relatively uneventful, until I got to the parking lot.
Perhaps it was fate, or the planets were aligned just right, or maybe my offerings to the parking gods pleased them. By some strange coincidence I had actually scored a really good parking spot. I should explain a little here. I'm not one to drive in circles around a parking lot for a good space, and I absolutely under no circumstance will stop and wait on someone to load groceries so I can have their spot. I have absolutely no problem with walking from the back of the lot. Yesterday though, as I pulled into the lot this spot beckoned to me. It shone with a certain light, like manna dropped down from parking heaven. I parked and all was good with the universe.
When I returned with my purchases, I opened my trunk and began the process of unloading heavy bags of kitty litter from my cart.
I did mention that I myself never stop and wait for others to load their items correct? Perhaps I didn't express that clearly enough. People who hold up traffic waiting on spots are one of my biggest pet peeves. It is completely inconsiderate, rude, and just flat out ridiculous. I would rather give myself a pedicure with a cheese grater than deal with these people.
I hefted up my second bag of kitty litter, and like a sneaky parking demon hell spawn she appeared. A black Lincoln. I glance back as she stops, her vehicles overly large rear jutting into the road that runs across the front of the store. She is waiting. Like a predatory creature in the bushes, the one that waits for the one smaller antelope to separate from the herd.
My arch nemesis has made herself known. My teeth clench together, but I continue to load my items into my car. "You can't stop people from being Jerks." The mantra chanted in my head over and over. It almost drowns out her voice as it carries through her open window, but only almost.
"That white B@#!% needs to hurry the F@#! up", she says it loud and proud. My somewhat befuddled mind grasps the words and comprehends them. Before I can stop myself my head swivels on my neck to look directly at her. I feel the muscles of my face move, it's not conscious anymore. Sheer instinct takes over as I give her a big grin.
The last of my groceries stowed into the trunk, I shut it. Slowly. Then I walk my cart a few spaces down the lot to put it into the cart corral. I leisurely walk back to my car, checking out license plates, my toes, my nails and anything else that catches my fancy on the way, things like wrappers and shiny pebbles. And what do my eyes behold by my car? There seem to be a 3 or 4 loose carts haphazardly scattered in front of my car and by the door. So I police them up to make it easier on the guys who gather the carts. I look back at her after this. She's still there, and wouldn't you know it there is a car stuck behind her. It's been about 10 minutes at this point. I grin again and sit down in my car. I go through my CD's because it's time to change the music. Bad Religion seemed like a good idea, and loud? Yes louder is better. The music plays and still I sit in my car. Air conditioning, music, comfy! It takes about 2 songs, but finally she gets the point and leaves. Then I simply back out, a satisfied smirk stuck smugly to my face as I watch one of the cars she held up in traffic take the space formerly known as mine.
Victory!
I do that, even if I have to wait 'til they go and I am in a hurry, but I've never had someone talk to me like that :shock: .
You make me laugh!
