While I was in line at the Gas Station Chicken Store on Thursday, I saw a red truck park over by the moat. Imagine my surprise when the handicap-parking-space-usurper got out and started towards the store. What in the Not-Heaven? Does he have different vehicles to use for parking closer to the door? Or did he get a new red truck instead of the White Ford 250?
I pondered this curious event while smugly congratulating myself on having already parked T-Hoe in our rightful handicap space. Mr. White F-250 went around the aisle to get himself a fountain soda. The other four of us in line made our transactions. I hobbled back to T-Hoe, and wrote on the back of my scratchers so I would know where I bought them. While doing that, I observed Mr. White F-250 get back into his red truck.
I had belted myself, and was moving forward to exit the parking lot when I had to jam on the brakes. You'll never guess who was walking across the lot, back to the store. Okay. Yes, you will. It was Mr. White F-250. I guess he was going back for more tickets. Of course he couldn't wait until I drove past, but had to traipse directly in front of T-Hoe and make me stop.
As much as that annoyed the bejeebers out of me, I could not proceed and run over him. I guess there's a little bit of good in me somewhere.
Oh, for crying out loud. There was your big opportunity to put an end to his parking shenanigans and you let the angel push the devil off your shoulder. Well, I suppose I should be congratulating you instead of criticizing. Pardon me.
ReplyDeleteHeh, heh! I can't believe I let that opportunity slip away! I blame my mother, who raised me right.
DeleteI am so tempted some days. I would not fare well in prison. I just have fantasies. I think about how lucky I would never run someone down.
ReplyDeleteI would not fare well in prison because I would find the beds uncomfortable. The Universe would probably have the last laugh, and see that I was assigned a top bunk. As for getting along with the other criminals, I could probably adapt. I'm sure I would be fine with the food. After all, I ate school lunches for 28 years!
DeleteThis week, I saw something about a prison and wondered what I would do if I had a top bunk. I cannot step up on a curb.
DeleteI can't step up on a curb either. Prison could probably accommodate me by throwing me in the hole, with a mattress on the floor!
DeleteIf he saw you coming and walked across anyway, he deserves to get nudged by a bumper. BUT...maybe that's what he wanted, so he could claim injury and insurance. I'm glad you have good brakes.
ReplyDeleteI don't know how he couldn't see me coming. T-Hoe is from 2008, when daytime running lights were a thing. So the headlights are on all the time, day and night. Plus an engine makes noise. Maybe he WAS trying to make me hit him. Or more likely, just using this act to show his dominance by making me stop for him.
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