A couple days ago, my best friend and I went out in the world together to do some much-needed errands. Best Friend needed to stop by the music store, and I decided to wait in the car and catch a few z’s.
When Best Friend came out of the store, there was a red car parked right behind our car, blocking us in our parking space. I didn’t know this happened since I was napping.
Best Friend got behind the wheel and did his best Austin Powers re-enactment of getting out of a tight space. It took a lot of clever tactics and skilled manuevers.
When our car was finally out of our blocked space, Best Friend parked and took a blank sheet of paper out to write a note to the inconsiderate – or dumb – driver of the red car. By the time he left the note on the windshield, the woman who parked the red car returned and was placing boxes in her trunk.
Best Friend told her she was rude and inconsiderate, and all she could say was “there were no parking spots left.” Not true, since there were spots available!
Then she mumbled something, and she plopped herself into her red car. It was difficult to hear what she was flapping her jaws about since the light blue feed bag she was wearing across her mouth prevented us from hearing it.
Age has no discrimination towards inconsiderate and non-thinking people. This woman should have known better, since she was well above the age of 60.
©2022 Colcannon Metropolis, excerpt from “Thoughts on the Terrace on a Rainy Day”