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senoritafishThank you to the lady at the Bolsa Chica and Heil ARCO station the other day for giving me a chance to practice my meditation techniques. While I was waiting (politely, I thought) for other vehicles to clear the single lane of space between the car at the gas island and building so I could exit, you pulled up in your gigantic convertible Cadillac and just parked there.
You hopped out and went into the AM/PM (probably for the most expensive mineral water in their limited selection), heedless of the fact that you effectively blocked the way for anyone else to get through. Never mind that there was a row of parking spaces at the back of the building, probably placed in that location because the area around the gas islands is very narrow and cramped, with not much extra room for maneuvering vehicles. It might have put too much wear and tear on your expensive Nordstrom's sandals. Or the afternoon breeze might have put your carefully coiffed hair into disarray, or disarranged your little mini sundress (which btw, exposed your leathery shanks and shoulders and appeared to have been designed for someone forty years your junior).
I silently repeat to myself, I am calm, I am cool, I am collected, I will not take my lunch leftovers and smear them all over your windshield, I will not dump the curdled contents of my daughter's formula bottle that was forgotten in the back seat yesterday all over your front seat or into your air conditioner intake, I will not use my bigger SUV (don't flame me - my husband insisted on it) and just shove the ostentatious car your executive husband bought you (or that you got in the divorce settlement along with the house and the means of living to which you have become accustomed) out of the way or better yet, just drive on OVER it, leaving you to hoof it back to Huntington Harbor.
Deep Breaths. Count to ten. My calm, cool and collected self made a U-turn by laborious increments, drove back around the gas station, exited onto the street and continued home.
Bitch.
Ok - think I've gotten it out of my system now. Yes, I should have at least honked, but actually I was too blind with rage to remember where the horn button was.
You hopped out and went into the AM/PM (probably for the most expensive mineral water in their limited selection), heedless of the fact that you effectively blocked the way for anyone else to get through. Never mind that there was a row of parking spaces at the back of the building, probably placed in that location because the area around the gas islands is very narrow and cramped, with not much extra room for maneuvering vehicles. It might have put too much wear and tear on your expensive Nordstrom's sandals. Or the afternoon breeze might have put your carefully coiffed hair into disarray, or disarranged your little mini sundress (which btw, exposed your leathery shanks and shoulders and appeared to have been designed for someone forty years your junior).
I silently repeat to myself, I am calm, I am cool, I am collected, I will not take my lunch leftovers and smear them all over your windshield, I will not dump the curdled contents of my daughter's formula bottle that was forgotten in the back seat yesterday all over your front seat or into your air conditioner intake, I will not use my bigger SUV (don't flame me - my husband insisted on it) and just shove the ostentatious car your executive husband bought you (or that you got in the divorce settlement along with the house and the means of living to which you have become accustomed) out of the way or better yet, just drive on OVER it, leaving you to hoof it back to Huntington Harbor.
Deep Breaths. Count to ten. My calm, cool and collected self made a U-turn by laborious increments, drove back around the gas station, exited onto the street and continued home.
Bitch.
Ok - think I've gotten it out of my system now. Yes, I should have at least honked, but actually I was too blind with rage to remember where the horn button was.
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Date: 2005-07-28 12:35 am (UTC)I will not put up with that kind of behavior anymore.
I am geezer, hear me bitch.
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Date: 2005-07-29 09:07 pm (UTC)Honestly, sometimes I think if everyone carried still carried weapons, we'd all still be polite to each other. I do carry a knife, but try not to use it in a manner that'll get me thrown in jail. But maybe I should have sliced up her seats a little - ah well, fun to think about, anyway...