Thursday, May 29, 2008

On a tear

Lunchtime errand running brings out the best and the worst in me. The positive side to this weekly task is that because I'm usually crunched for time, I can't dilly-dally. This means I only buy what's on the list, which is pleasing to the husband and the budget. (Today's reward was ranch dressing instead of vinaigrette on my salad. I know, again with the indulgent behavior.) The negative errand effects are few, but they do exist. Because I'm zipping around, my already-limited patience is severely stretched. Here are two of the offenders I encountered today:

  • The Persnickety Parker: This person's car is so terribly precious that he feels the need to do one or all of the following: back into a parking spot; park in an excruciatingly slow manner at the end of the parking lot I am trying to exit; and/or take up two prime spots. Really, now, does parking your Lincoln crossover really require such drastic measures? If so, maybe you should only take it out early in the morning or late at night -- not during prime shopping hours. And, of course, cabs and public transportation are both good options.
  • Senorita Seat Belt: It's 2008, but apparently people still think seat belts are optional. Lady, if you eschew safety for fear that the seat belt will wrinkle your printed cotton pullover, that is fine by me. But for the love of Pete, put a seat belt on that small child sitting next to you. Seriously. Also, dear lady, you are lucky that the light turned green when it did, because my window was down, the radio was off and I was prepared to issue a Chip-like "SEAT BELT!" whilst motioning wildly with my own seat belt. Apparently we're now both turning into Dos.

All of this was so terribly distressing that I had no choice but to nab a dessert left over from today's lunch meeting. Thank you, Aramark. Your turtle brownie turned my frown upside down.

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