Sunday, June 26, 2011

One Day At Target

I'd locked my bike up next to a parking spot. Done with my business, I went out to unlock my bike. The parking spot was empty, and while I was there a car pulled in.

An SUV comes roaring around from the next lane, and the woman at the wheel lets loose: "You fuckers! You assholes! I was fucking waiting for that fucking spot! Assholes! Fuck you!..." and on and on she went.

Now, it seems to me that a) if you are waiting for a parking spot, then you're sitting there in your car waiting for the spot, not driving down the next lane looking for a spot and b) if, after 45 seconds of you screaming vulgarities, those people are not vacating the spot for you, they're probably not going to.

As someone who likes to be helpful and friendly, I got on my bike and rode up to her window and made a helpful suggestion: "Jesus Christ, you stupid bitch, find another fucking parking spot."

Curiously, she took exception to my suggestion and turned her attention to me. "You fucking asshole! Fuck you! You're an asshole!"

I tried again: "Shit, bitch, not like you couldn't use the fucking exercise."

"You asshole! Fuck you! I'm 126 pounds! Fuck you!"

"Maybe your head is a 126 pounds, honey."

It seemed a fine time to bring the conversation to an end so I pedaled off and went home. I don't know if she ever found her fucking parking spot or not.



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