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apocalypsos) wrote2007-09-14 05:03 pm
apocalypsos) wrote2007-09-14 05:03 pm
Dear old couple on the passenger side of the car I drove around in the bank parking lot ...
... this is three reasons why you fail.
A.) If you're both going to yell at me for whatever wrong it is you believe I committed, ROLL DOWN YOUR FUCKING WINDOW.
B.) Ma'am, I would be polite about this, but fuck that. Don't you wave your fucking finger at me. I am not your dog and I did not pee on your carpet. I am a grown woman you don't even know and there is no way in hell you should be doing something as rude and condescending to anyone who's done nothing wrong if you don't even know them. Hell, my mother's the only one who's allowed to do that to me, and she'd apologize afterwards for treating me like a child.
C.) Driving around your car, which was waiting in line for the drive-thru, to get to the closest available parking space that wasn't a ridiculously tight squeeze so that I can run in and use the ATM is not against the rules. Really. No one was walking in the parking lot, so it wasn't like I narrowly avoided hitting a nun or an orphan or something. I wasn't speeding, so you can't complain about that. In fact, the only possible reason I can think of for you to complain would be if your car wasn't waiting for the drive-thru and was actually a smidge extra away from the building so that you could back into the previously mentioned ridiculously cramped parking space. In which case ... well, gee whiz, it's a shame there's not some signal you could have given me to alert me of that fact. Like, maybe a blinking light on the right side of the car to tell me you were turning right, at which I would have figured out that the only possible parking space available was your intended destination.
In other words, all of that would be why I was giving you the "WTF?!" face.
A.) If you're both going to yell at me for whatever wrong it is you believe I committed, ROLL DOWN YOUR FUCKING WINDOW.
B.) Ma'am, I would be polite about this, but fuck that. Don't you wave your fucking finger at me. I am not your dog and I did not pee on your carpet. I am a grown woman you don't even know and there is no way in hell you should be doing something as rude and condescending to anyone who's done nothing wrong if you don't even know them. Hell, my mother's the only one who's allowed to do that to me, and she'd apologize afterwards for treating me like a child.
C.) Driving around your car, which was waiting in line for the drive-thru, to get to the closest available parking space that wasn't a ridiculously tight squeeze so that I can run in and use the ATM is not against the rules. Really. No one was walking in the parking lot, so it wasn't like I narrowly avoided hitting a nun or an orphan or something. I wasn't speeding, so you can't complain about that. In fact, the only possible reason I can think of for you to complain would be if your car wasn't waiting for the drive-thru and was actually a smidge extra away from the building so that you could back into the previously mentioned ridiculously cramped parking space. In which case ... well, gee whiz, it's a shame there's not some signal you could have given me to alert me of that fact. Like, maybe a blinking light on the right side of the car to tell me you were turning right, at which I would have figured out that the only possible parking space available was your intended destination.
In other words, all of that would be why I was giving you the "WTF?!" face.
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I thought you meant that she gave you the middle finger. *facepalm* It was a wonderful mental image while it lasted, though. (Especially when I got to the part about your mother being allowed to give you the finger. Priceless.)
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I actually burst out laughing - I couldn't even manage the "WTF?!" face. My "are you fucking KIDDING me" instinct is apparently tied to my laughing muscles. Go figure.
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Well, you know, after I realized yelling at me might have worked a lot better if they'd rolled down their windows so I could hear what their damn problems were. Morons.