It’s a Saturday afternoon, I return home early afternoon from running errands. I purposely run errands early to avoid the crowds and long lines. Upon my return, there in my parking space is some knucklehead’s truck parked right under the sign that reads; Assigned Parking, Guests Park On The Street. Irritating! But, I have a nifty little way to handle these types, I won’t get into that now maybe later.
It’s now after dinner, the truck is gone and I move my car. As I am walking back to my abode, along comes a neighbor from the dark side. ( This woman had moved in only a week earlier when one day she instructed the gardners to cut down an ornament bush growing outside my front door, her place is several doors down from me. ) Walking, I aim far to the left in hopes of avoiding this negative know-it-all. Well guess what, she makes a Bee line straight for me (god I hate people sometimes) she begins to state how curious it is that I just park anywhere and everyone else has assigned parking with numbers painted on their space. I am thinking , HUH?
I reply, “that’s my space it has a number”. I turn to walk away and hear her say, “don’t be upset, I was going to offer you something”. (there is absolutely NOTHING this person could be offering that I would want) I turn and say “I’m not upset. what’s that (you want to offer)?”
“I didn’t see a number, can’t see it from here” she states. “There are several spaces over there and all have numbers!” I bark and walk away. Don’t know what she was planning on offering but I am sure I wanted no part of it.
So here I am back in my easychair, safe and sound, with the negative interaction bouncing around in my head. What the hell is with people? I wish I would have just said; Why Are You Concerned With Where I Park?! Mind your own business and leave me alone!