May 13, 2008
So I pulled into a parking place tonight at a nice Italian restaurant that is always busy. I was guided to my spot by the security guy. You go where they tell you or they call Guido, the Bull.As I pulled into the space, there was a guy in the next adjoining standing there with his passenger door open. He was quite "festive" with his torn jeans, leather vest over naked chest, long greasy beard, mirrored sunglasses, and filthy red bandana. As I pulled into the spot, it dawned on him that he might need to close the door. DUH!
Instead of stepping aside and closing the door so I could get in, he wedged himself small and tried to stay in his spot. Nice. I pulled in and I still couldn't open the door because he was standing in the way.
I said, "Excuse me. I can't open the door."
After an irritated sigh, he sat in the front seat with the door open. And then he proceeded to get into a hot and nasty argument with the woman who was obviously driving that car. He ignored me completely.
Great.
So I couldn't get out of my car and he was being evil.
"Excuse me, oh very dirty and scary Hell's Angel afficiando (neener) who is raising your voice in a very threatening manner and making me doubt my sanity for attempting to park here. I still need a bit more room to open my door. Heh! You have me wedged in here. I just want to go inside and have some eggplant. Thanks!"
I am always EVER so friendly when I ask intimidating jerks to close car doors. He closed it about another two inches so I still had to wiggle out without having our doors "kiss."
"Good!" I cried. "Very good! Thanks so much for helping me here. It was so kind of you!" OOOOF! He didn't hear me say OOOOF. I said it silently to myself while I smiled and wrenched my way free. There are times when OOOOF-ing silently is a really smart thing to do. Tonight was one.
He grunted and/or sighed again and turned away from me to continue yelling.
And that was tonight's prequel to some really excellent eggplant parmesan and a side of spaghetti.
And, I felt super rebellious! I took the lid off the cheese container and tapped a huge amount of parmesan onto my spaghetti. I felt entitled.
