Politics of Parking
Here’s the deal, people. If you are parallel parking on a busy street, and you are blocking traffic as a result, you get one try. One. We’ll patiently stop and wait while you take a crack at it, but if you miscalculate your turn radius or your angle of entry or whatever, and you wind up with your back tire on the curb and your hood sticking out into the road, you’re done, buddy. Now we’re just going to start driving around you, even though this prevents you from making a second attempt. No, don’t glare at me while I pass; you had your chance and you blew it. You wanna blame someone, check out your visor mirror. Sucks for you, but I don’t make these rules, I just articulate them. Miss Manners will back me up on this one.
I’ve been meaning to add Fussy to my sidebar for a while, but thiS ENTRY SEALED THE DEAL. OH LOOK, I ACCIDENTALLY HIT MY CAP LOCK KEY! HAVING A CAP LOCK KEY ON MY KEYBOARD IS LIKE HAVING TOURETTE’S: ONE MINUTE I’M AMICABLY CHATTING AWAY AND THE NEXT I AM SCREAMING! AND WHILE I AM OFFENSIVELY COMPARING MY KEYBOARD TO SERIOUS AND NOT-HUMOROUS-IN-THE-LEAST NEUROLOGICAL DISORDERS, I’D ALSO LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT MY “PAGE UP” KEY IS EXACTLY LIKE ATAXIA! WELL, THAT DIGRESSION PRETTY MUCH DERAILED THIS WHOLE “LINKS” SECTION NOW DIDN’T IT?!!!
Nice Work, Scott!
Overheard on the streets of Seattle.
Girl one: What about Scott?Girl two: Scott? Pff. He’s a bastard.Girl one: What happened? Last week you said —Girl two: Bastard!