Everything's Funny To Someone.
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Monday, December 19, 2005 Christmas Cheers! Out shopping today at one of the area's local large-ass malls. Parking's a pain because everyone thought to take today off to buy their Christmas goodies. Oh joy. Trolling around the back forty of the mall, I finally find a spot. It's marked "compact", and although the goose isn't a large car, it's not the most compact either. I finally am able to place the burgandy beast into the stall, no thanks to the awkwardly parked Toyota with its wheels on the dividing line. I squeeze out of my door, holding it tight so as not to ding the offending Corolla, while at the same time cursing whoever parked it like this. Screw it I think, as I inhale to make myself thinner. Dent their car anyway, the moran. Good sense gets the better of me, and as I get myself out of the car and slam the door closed, I see a woman approaching from the north with a couple large shopping bags in her hand. She's headed for the Corolla. "What drunk parked this car?" she says cheerfully as she hits the unlock button on her keychain, chirping her car awake. I chuckle a little. Okay, crazy lady. You're forgiven. Merry freakin' Christmas. posted by ben | 9:06 PM |
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