I'm dreaming of a white... Easter
Mar. 22nd, 2008 11:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zhieOkay, not really, but that's what I'm going to get. Egg hunt in the snow. It's going to be awfully easy to find eggs... unless I bury them... Hmm, there's an idea...
So... the morning was spent moving cars and trying to help the building manager pull his truck out of a mudpuddle, then shoveling our spots out and watching a tow truck come and yank him out. Oh, and there was a crazy lady in the parking lot... between the first attempt to move the truck and the second, she slipped on in past the truck lodged in the driveway, parked her car, and then when the other truck came, began to bitch.
Now, there were four of us shoveling the spaces that the manager hadn't gotten to, and then the manager in his truck, and a guy in the tow truck. She rolls down her window when she sees she can't get out and starts to bitch.
So, against Mark's advice, I went on over to her.
Her: I have to get out of here! Tell him to move his truck!
Me: He'd love to, but he's stuck in the mud. It's probably going to be a few minutes.
Her: I can't wait that long! Tell him to move that truck!
Me: Yeah, about that... they're trying to. It's just going to be a few minutes.
Her: I don't even live here! I was visiting my daughter! Now go and tell him to move that f-ing truck!
Me: ...well, the sign at the entrance, which you may have read when you entered, says that this is a permit lot. If you don't reside here, you can't park here. So, technically, you're here illegally to begin with. I'm sure he's going to be moved in a few minutes, so you're just going to have to wait.
Her: I don't have time to wait!
Me: Well, if you would have parked on the street, like you should have, you wouldn't have this issue. Now, I would suggest you turn on the radio, find some tunes, and just chill for a little while, and as soon as they move that truck, you can be on your way.
She proceeded to call me a fucking bitch. Ah, people.
Me: Look, the only other way out of here is to drive over the lawn and around the building. With all the snow, I don't think you'll make it. So, I'm going to suggest you wait.
By this time, they had made another failed attempt, and the guy decided to move the tow truck, 'cause she was getting pretty loud and yelling about calling the police. I'm sure they'd have, um, ticketed her for being illegally in the lot to begin with, but, she didn't seem like the shiniest apple on the tree at that point.
When she did get out of the lot, she spun her tires trying to get out so fast. I called out for her to have a nice day as she sailed on by. I guess she didn't really have to leave so quickly, 'cause then she decided to park in the middle of the road right outside of the lot. Our street is parking on one side only, and although there's two lanes, it should really, really be a one-way street 'cause you have to veer into the parking lane when someone is trying to pass the other way. With all of the snow, you can imagine how it's not very wide (oh, yeah, the snow didn't all melt from winter... we're in spring now, yes? yeah.)
So, she then gets out of her car, and procedes to come to the sidewalk, and flip me off. I waved, and feeling the Easter spirit, shouted, "Jesus Loves You!" really loud, and then continued to wave until she got back into her car and drove off.
So, that was my morning. I think it's time for a late breakfast, some Kuzco, and perhaps a little writing.
Question is, should I edit Unforgettable, or get this bunny that visited last night out of my head, the bunny I've named the Annatar Bunny. Those in the elf-chat know what I'm talking about. I'm not going to ruin it for others in case I do write it, because I took Vi's advice about the scenes, and last night figured out how it would conclude. Kinda creepy, a little unnerving, I think. Okay, chow time!
So... the morning was spent moving cars and trying to help the building manager pull his truck out of a mudpuddle, then shoveling our spots out and watching a tow truck come and yank him out. Oh, and there was a crazy lady in the parking lot... between the first attempt to move the truck and the second, she slipped on in past the truck lodged in the driveway, parked her car, and then when the other truck came, began to bitch.
Now, there were four of us shoveling the spaces that the manager hadn't gotten to, and then the manager in his truck, and a guy in the tow truck. She rolls down her window when she sees she can't get out and starts to bitch.
So, against Mark's advice, I went on over to her.
Her: I have to get out of here! Tell him to move his truck!
Me: He'd love to, but he's stuck in the mud. It's probably going to be a few minutes.
Her: I can't wait that long! Tell him to move that truck!
Me: Yeah, about that... they're trying to. It's just going to be a few minutes.
Her: I don't even live here! I was visiting my daughter! Now go and tell him to move that f-ing truck!
Me: ...well, the sign at the entrance, which you may have read when you entered, says that this is a permit lot. If you don't reside here, you can't park here. So, technically, you're here illegally to begin with. I'm sure he's going to be moved in a few minutes, so you're just going to have to wait.
Her: I don't have time to wait!
Me: Well, if you would have parked on the street, like you should have, you wouldn't have this issue. Now, I would suggest you turn on the radio, find some tunes, and just chill for a little while, and as soon as they move that truck, you can be on your way.
She proceeded to call me a fucking bitch. Ah, people.
Me: Look, the only other way out of here is to drive over the lawn and around the building. With all the snow, I don't think you'll make it. So, I'm going to suggest you wait.
By this time, they had made another failed attempt, and the guy decided to move the tow truck, 'cause she was getting pretty loud and yelling about calling the police. I'm sure they'd have, um, ticketed her for being illegally in the lot to begin with, but, she didn't seem like the shiniest apple on the tree at that point.
When she did get out of the lot, she spun her tires trying to get out so fast. I called out for her to have a nice day as she sailed on by. I guess she didn't really have to leave so quickly, 'cause then she decided to park in the middle of the road right outside of the lot. Our street is parking on one side only, and although there's two lanes, it should really, really be a one-way street 'cause you have to veer into the parking lane when someone is trying to pass the other way. With all of the snow, you can imagine how it's not very wide (oh, yeah, the snow didn't all melt from winter... we're in spring now, yes? yeah.)
So, she then gets out of her car, and procedes to come to the sidewalk, and flip me off. I waved, and feeling the Easter spirit, shouted, "Jesus Loves You!" really loud, and then continued to wave until she got back into her car and drove off.
So, that was my morning. I think it's time for a late breakfast, some Kuzco, and perhaps a little writing.
Question is, should I edit Unforgettable, or get this bunny that visited last night out of my head, the bunny I've named the Annatar Bunny. Those in the elf-chat know what I'm talking about. I'm not going to ruin it for others in case I do write it, because I took Vi's advice about the scenes, and last night figured out how it would conclude. Kinda creepy, a little unnerving, I think. Okay, chow time!
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Date: 2008-03-22 08:13 pm (UTC)Oh and uh....do you think Jesus would still love me if I slashed her tires for talking to my friend like that?
~Dark
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Date: 2008-03-23 03:23 am (UTC)Oh, bunnies? How fun. Well, my vote is much the same as dark's. I say do whatever your heart desires. :] Any stories from you are good stories.