Footprints on the Moon

Dear Lady in the Black Truck,

I suggest you find a hobby. If a small snafu in the parking lot at Meijer makes you come so completely unhinged, your world is clearly too small. I hope it made you feel better to follow me around. But I just want to you to know that while what happened seemed like the end of the world to you, I came home to write about it and let all my readers know how batshit crazy you are.

Happy Thanksgiving,
The girl who was just trying to park her car

So the story that goes with that… lol I was getting ready to start making lunch yesterday morning, and I was going over the recipe one more time (be looking for that on Jenn Cooks over the next couple of days) when I realized that the container of cottage cheese I had purchased was going to be too small. So I threw on some clothes and a hat and ran out to Meijer to grab some more cottage cheese and a couple of cases of pop.
When I got there, I discovered that the entire city has apparently just realized that Thanksgiving is this week. It was next to impossible to find a parking spot that wasn’t a mile away. I did finally find one, however, and there was a lady in a black truck in the spot next to it, at an angle just slightly over the line. Not enough to keep you from parking in the free spot, though, so I started to park. I overshot it a little bit, so I had to back up, and turn in again. As I started to turn into the spot, the lady in the black truck takes her car out of park and starts backing up. Of course I start yelling, cause well, that’s just what I do. But it wasn’t a big deal– she didn’t see me and started to back out of her spot.
I get pulled into the spot, and I look up and she’s flipping me off! What the heck? But being the courteous, friendly person I am, I promptly returned the gesture. She started to back out again, so I shut off the car, and grabbed my purse. I waited in the car for a second so she could back out without worrying about me getting out of the car. But she doesn’t move. So finally, I just get out of the car, and she waves at me and starts screaming something. Big Brave Lady, too, since she didn’t have the balls to roll down the window and let me know what she was yelling. I just ever so kindly smiled at her, and repeated our little Beverly Hillbillies Howdy that we’d exchanged earlier.
I started walking into the store (keeping an eye on her and my car, of course!) and she backed out, and then sped up the very next aisle so that she would be there when I crossed. Unfortunately for her, I had the time to get across the lane before she got all the way there. Seriously?? How ridiculously small does your world have to be for someone pulling into the spot next to you when you’re trying to back out make you come so completely unhinged?
So that was my lovely experience with the crazy people yesterday morning.

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