Last week, Laura came down to San Diego to hang out with me during the day and keep me from going out of my flipping mind with boredom. On Wednesday night, we were heading over to Casa de Moms to pick something up and hang out with them for a little while. laura decided she was hungry so we stopped at a taco shop near our old high school, one that could definitely be called part of our old stomping grounds.
Life in our hometown never changes, it seems. The teenagers eating carne asada fries looked just like the teenagers we were in school with 14 years ago, and the cramped parking lot was full of people fixing their cars thanks to the auto parts shop next door to the taco shop. That parking lot was the bane of my existence when I was in high school, because I drove a gigantic 1970 Chevy Impala and the parking lot was crowded on a good day.
Anyway, we got back out to the car and I had just started backing out when this beat up white minivan came behind us and stopped just enough behind me to keep me from backing out. The driver threw it into park, got out and headed into the auto parts store. And then I went bonkers.
"HEY!!" Laura was leaping out of the car and yelling even as I started honking. The guy's wife got out and got in the driver's seat...and pulled forward so she was right behind me.
"Goddamnit, move your fucking car!" I yelled, honking again.
Laura tried to tell me to calm down, to which I responded "I AM SO SICK OF THE GODDAMN IDIOTS IN THIS WORLD!"
The guy who was fixing his car next to us was, of course, laughing his ass off at this point. I just kept honking and cussing, until the woman finally figured out that she was just going to have to move her damn minivan out of the way. Laura was laughing her ass off at me, and made sure to tell me that I really needed to be calmer about things.
Funnily enough, a few minutes later when we were almost to my mom's house, Laura decided to demonstrate that she too needs to be calmer about things.
We turned onto a street that was half filled by a tow truck, and there, walking down the middle of the street like that was where she was supposed to be, was a tiny blonde girl who couldn't have been more than 2. And there wasn't an adult holding her hand or even anywhere close enough to pull her out of the street.
"Who's watching that child??" Laura screeched. "She's gonna get hit!"
And as we pulled up next to the little girl (who had at least had the sense to move out of the street as I inched towards her), we saw that there was actually a young guy with her. So what does Laura do? Rolls down her window and starts yelling at the guy as we drove by.
"You need to be holding her hand, you idiot!" etc etc
Seriously, I don't know how the two of us have never been shot for yelling at the wrong person. I guess it's just our natural charm that keeps us alive. In the meantime, we're planning on retiring together, and spending our golden years sitting on a porch and yelling at the neighborhood kids while drinking martinis.
I can't wait to be old.
Life in our hometown never changes, it seems. The teenagers eating carne asada fries looked just like the teenagers we were in school with 14 years ago, and the cramped parking lot was full of people fixing their cars thanks to the auto parts shop next door to the taco shop. That parking lot was the bane of my existence when I was in high school, because I drove a gigantic 1970 Chevy Impala and the parking lot was crowded on a good day.
Anyway, we got back out to the car and I had just started backing out when this beat up white minivan came behind us and stopped just enough behind me to keep me from backing out. The driver threw it into park, got out and headed into the auto parts store. And then I went bonkers.
"HEY!!" Laura was leaping out of the car and yelling even as I started honking. The guy's wife got out and got in the driver's seat...and pulled forward so she was right behind me.
"Goddamnit, move your fucking car!" I yelled, honking again.
Laura tried to tell me to calm down, to which I responded "I AM SO SICK OF THE GODDAMN IDIOTS IN THIS WORLD!"
The guy who was fixing his car next to us was, of course, laughing his ass off at this point. I just kept honking and cussing, until the woman finally figured out that she was just going to have to move her damn minivan out of the way. Laura was laughing her ass off at me, and made sure to tell me that I really needed to be calmer about things.
Funnily enough, a few minutes later when we were almost to my mom's house, Laura decided to demonstrate that she too needs to be calmer about things.
We turned onto a street that was half filled by a tow truck, and there, walking down the middle of the street like that was where she was supposed to be, was a tiny blonde girl who couldn't have been more than 2. And there wasn't an adult holding her hand or even anywhere close enough to pull her out of the street.
"Who's watching that child??" Laura screeched. "She's gonna get hit!"
And as we pulled up next to the little girl (who had at least had the sense to move out of the street as I inched towards her), we saw that there was actually a young guy with her. So what does Laura do? Rolls down her window and starts yelling at the guy as we drove by.
"You need to be holding her hand, you idiot!" etc etc
Seriously, I don't know how the two of us have never been shot for yelling at the wrong person. I guess it's just our natural charm that keeps us alive. In the meantime, we're planning on retiring together, and spending our golden years sitting on a porch and yelling at the neighborhood kids while drinking martinis.
I can't wait to be old.
1 Comments:
go team!
go car!
go Mel!
go boobies!
go stitches!
Be Well!
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