I cannot sleep.
So I will post something.
No drunk blog this weekend. How about an angry blog?
I realize that I have anger issues sometimes when driving. Not road rage, but something much much worse: Parking Lot Rage. It's terrible. You want to piss me off? Pull out in front of me in a parking lot. Or park like a jackass and take up two spots. Or stop in the middle of a road and block it. Peej will angry.
I did the weekend movie thing on friday, hit the Old Mill early afternoon with no problem. Then the movie gets out in the evening. On a friday. Kids are out of school. Old people are leaving the theaters. Douchebags are taking girls on dates. None of these people have any fucking decency when it comes to driving. It takes 5 minutes to get out of the theater parking lot. I get on the pseudo road in front of Red Robin and the car in front of me decides it's time to park.
In the road.
In front of a sign that says "No parking, do not block."
There's a car coming towards me, and I can't get around him. What do you do in a situation like this? I'll tell you what I do. I yell. As loud as possible:
"IT SAYS NO PARKING YOU ILLITERATE FUCKING DOUCHEBAG!!!"
You can tell if you are yelling loudly enough if your windows are rolled up and the family going into Red Robin for clucks & fries all turn and look at you with something akin to horror on their faces.
Yeah, I am classy sometimes.
No drunk blog this weekend. How about an angry blog?
I realize that I have anger issues sometimes when driving. Not road rage, but something much much worse: Parking Lot Rage. It's terrible. You want to piss me off? Pull out in front of me in a parking lot. Or park like a jackass and take up two spots. Or stop in the middle of a road and block it. Peej will angry.
I did the weekend movie thing on friday, hit the Old Mill early afternoon with no problem. Then the movie gets out in the evening. On a friday. Kids are out of school. Old people are leaving the theaters. Douchebags are taking girls on dates. None of these people have any fucking decency when it comes to driving. It takes 5 minutes to get out of the theater parking lot. I get on the pseudo road in front of Red Robin and the car in front of me decides it's time to park.
In the road.
In front of a sign that says "No parking, do not block."
There's a car coming towards me, and I can't get around him. What do you do in a situation like this? I'll tell you what I do. I yell. As loud as possible:
"IT SAYS NO PARKING YOU ILLITERATE FUCKING DOUCHEBAG!!!"
You can tell if you are yelling loudly enough if your windows are rolled up and the family going into Red Robin for clucks & fries all turn and look at you with something akin to horror on their faces.
Yeah, I am classy sometimes.