A Reservation You Really Don't Want Kept For You

I am convinced that there is a special place in Not-Heaven for people who refuse to pull all the way through to the last gas pump. Seriously. How hard is THAT? I'm not talking about cars you see at the first pump who might have parked there because a car was in front of them, and such car has just left. Nope. I'm talking about that lady who made a left turn into the Casey's General Store just ahead of me. I figured she would pull to the front, and I would get the second pump. Nope. She stopped at the first one.

I whipped T-Hoe to the right of her little gray compact car, prepared to back into the first pump. But THEN a guy coming in from the side street pulled right in there! So I had to loop around the pumps to the other side, and go past THAT car at the first pump (they get a pass from Val's wrath, because I don't know the previous scenario that put them there) and back T-Hoe up to the first pump. Perhaps I've mentioned that his backing-up beeper has not worked for three years now.

Yes, that special place in Not-Heaven reserved for the pump non-puller-uppers should preferably be located between the turn-lane-challenged, and the road-walkers.

At least the lady in the little gray compact car made proper use of the turn lane. No double-whammies for her. But the person in the green sedan who made a wide (anticipated) left turn at the convenience store next to McDonald's did not. It's a whole freakin' turn lane, dude! You don't have to veer right, out into the driving lane, to make it! Especially when there was a soggy cardboard box in that driving lane to be avoided.

Yeah. A center turn lane guy almost sideswiped T-Hoe. Let the record show that I was completely within my driving lane. HE'S the one who came over the line, outside his center turn lane. Seriously. What was I supposed to do, run over that sodden cardboard box? For all I knew, it was used for shipping box cutters. Or ice picks. Or good old-fashioned tire puncturers! No way was I going to run over that wet box.

The road-walker over by the main post office hub did not have to stride down the MIDDLE OF THE TRAFFIC LANE. Seriously. There was a whole grassy vacant lot maintained by the city available for walking purposes. Even the two feet right up next to the curb would have sufficed. No need to claim the middle, making me swerve into the oncoming lane. People feel so entitled these days!

Let's see if they feel entitled to ice water when they get to their reserved spaces in Not-Heaven!