Thursday, December 01, 2005
grrrr
Ok, I've cooled off enough to talk about this. As some of my more frequent/dedicated/psychotic-stalker readers may know, Thursday is pizza night for the kids. So what I usually do is go to the Pizza Factory/Sanity-Preserver Facility and grab a pie that I ordered 15 minutes before via the phone. They know me, what I order and when I pick up. More predictable than the sun rising and the stars shining. I always park next to the door with the car facing North. This time, a broken down produce truck and a heavy-rig tow truck were parked there ... pointing south. Surprised but not confused am I. It's life in action, things like this happen. I'll just park in the HP spot in the parking lot across from the pizzeria. Just as I was pulling around the truck, a woman, on the phone, in a big white GMC van pulls into the spot. Ok, no blue plaque, no HP tags ... in my HP spot. I make eye contact with her as I slowly glide by and park 5 spots away. She waits till I'm out of 'threat' range before she leaps out of her Moby Dick Van and traipses off to the Beauty Products store next to my destination. She moved very quickly to get out of sight now that she knew she was outted. I sauntered in to the pizza shop and had to pass the van to get there. Nope, definitely no plates. On my way back, I saw the same woman as she exited the garbage ... err, beauty products store. Our eyes met and she ducked back inside. It must have been the red glow from my cornea that alarmed her. Of course, this was from the break lights on the tow truck. When I got back to the SuperSaturn and slid into the Pilot's seat, I saw her standing at the front of the tow truck. As I closed the door, she darted out to her Crap-O-Van and quickly closed the door. Either she is afflicted with great remorse, immense selfishness or absurd fear of a ticket or getting a tongue lashing from an intimidating looking man with a pizza. Either way, she did not had her backing lights on as I passed and She watched me like a lamb watching a starving dog. Not until I was turning around the corner of the strip mall did she actually start to back out of the spot. I'd wager she would do the same thing again. If I had the time, I would have probably given her a stern verbal warning but my kids are more important. The pizza was getting colder by the second (it's near freezing here in Pennsyltucky now) and every moment I'm away from the kids is a moment of love lost. Anyone else out there wish you could just get through to ppl that perhaps that "I'll just park here for a second." may be a second too much?
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