martes, mayo 19

I didn't feel the earthquake but...

...I did have a run-in at the US/PO Edendale Branch.

I was sitting in Gabe's car which was parked the parking lot in-between Auto Zone and the Post Office. Shortly after Gabe parked the car and walked into the post office, a woman came walking through on the passenger side of the car yelling something at me. I was composing an email on my blackberry and didn't think she was talking to me, didn't notice - so she knocked fiercely on the window.

"You parked too close to my car!!" she whined. I noticed her eyebrows were drawn on and she had frown lines on her tan skin. "I cannot get in to my car!!"

"I didn't park the car," I said, pointing to the fact that I was not seated in the driver's seat.

"Waat?!!" She yelled. "I CANNOT HEAR YOU!!"

I rolled down the window, "I didn't park the car. That's why I'm seated in the passenger side."

"WELL WHO PARKED DA CAR DEN?!" I noticed her accent. By that, I think she is Filipino, though she doesn't really look like she would be. I was needlessly perplexed by her ethnicity, because no matter what she was, she was being rude.

"My friend did," I stated and didn't care much to speak to her any more so I rolled up the window.

The lady paused, then huffed and puffed and squeezed into her car. Her children (I'm guessing age 10 and age 6) got in the same vehicle with ease. She was a bit round, but by no means obese and so I'm sure it wasn't comfortable, but she did get into her car. (Even though she said she could not!) From what I witnessed, getting into her car didn't take any longer than it would have if she had ample room. Seriously, her car door might have touched Gabe's car door but there was no force needed to get her body in the car within 15 seconds. The older of the two children even got in on the same "impossible to get in" side.

She pulled her white Ford Expedition SUV out of the parking spot, and I noticed a wooden rosary and one of those plastic-and-cloth rainbow leis hanging from her rear view mirror. Her window was open, and I guess she felt an opportunity to continue talking to me was open. She yelled that I should tell Gabe some of her advice, "Next time, tell your pfrien to learn how to drive, BEETCH!"

Funny, did she see Gabe drive? I thought she had a problem with his parking? Maybe she doesn't know the difference between "parking" and "driving"? Why was I a bitch? I was just sitting there. I answered her questions and I told her the truth: I didn't park the car, and my friend parked the car. She's the one who lied and said she *couldn't* get into her car, and two minutes later I *watched* her do it! This is what I get for talking to strangers? This lady makes me tired.

Anyway, my window was rolled up, and since she didn't hear me before when she was standing right outside my window, I gave her a universal hand gesture: my middle finger.

She understood. Screeching the car back into the spot she screamed
Her drawn on eyebrows looked like opposing slashes on a keyboard: \ /

Sticking to hand gestures, (window still rolled up/she can't hear me otherwise) I gave her the "blah blah blah" or "talk talk" or "yap yap yap" or "yeah yeah keep talking" moving hand gesture.

"You're ugleeee!" She responded to my universal sign language (see below) as she once again screeched the car away. Well, I didn't do my hair and the doctor did say I have walking pneumonia when I was in yesterday, so I didn't give it my all to run errands today... Maybe she was trying to tell me to put such efforts into my looks when I go to the post office? More advice like wanting me to deliver the message to Gabe that this woman thinks he can't drive.

What do her kids think? Are they going to grow up to yell at strangers patiently waiting in cars for their friends? That they shouldn't answer screaming strangers or else they'll be told they're a bitch? That they should do their hair before sitting in a post office parking lot or they're ugly? If she thinks it's okay to yell at me in front of them that way, I'm willing to bet that this isn't the first time they've heard their mother banshee it up in public. Are they embarrassed of her? Or are they taking this as an example on how to act?

Anyway, I hope this woman feels better now. I hope her eyebrows are straightened out. Maybe the earthquake helped her realize that there might be bigger things to worry about. Having 10% difficulty getting into your car once this week is not the end of the world, but the earth trembling... now that indeed might be!

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