Last night my wife and I embarked on a journey to find our second Christmas tree as a married couple. Our tree last year was not huge, but plenty big enough to take up the corner at the bottom of our steps. However this year we now have a rather large desk in that area and were presented with a challenge as to where we could put our temporary evergreen companion. We were able to find a small potted tree to place in our oversized bay window.
I thought the biggest challenge was going to be finding a tree small enough that wasn’t going to be another overpriced fern. Apparently, parking the car would prove to be the most difficult part of the evening.
One of life’s guilty pleasures must be pulling into a parking lot and doing the “pull through”. You know, when you find two open spots right behind one another and you pull through the back spot to the front spot. It’s great – that way you don’t have to back out when you leave!
Last night I was able to do this “pull through” in the parking lot. Moments later, not seconds mind you, a pick up truck came around the corner and stopped in front of my car as though he were going to pull into the spot I was now occupying. Oddly enough, there were two spots to the left (as in closer to the store), that he could have pulled into. He chose the “bah-humbug” approach, throwing his truck into reverse, peeling wheels backwards all the way around the corner and into the spot directly behind me stopping only inches away from my bumper. Clearly he was agitated about something!
As he exited his vehicle, he gave me a very stern look because I was watching him the whole time waiting to see if he would say something to me about his outburst. So I spoke up…
“Is there something wrong?”
“Not that YOUU would notice”
“Well you parked pretty close to my car”
“Wanna measure it?”
“I don’t need to measure it – I can see it”
And he walked off. Well I can only guess that his season of jolliness got off on the wrong foot. Maybe he ate a bad candy cane already or something? My wife popped up and said that was the stupidest thing she has ever seen. The jolly season isn’t over yet, but I hope that is our only dose of Ebenezer Scroogeism. The rest of the night was great fun decorating and getting our house ready for the celebration of Christ’s birth.
Fa la la la la lah, la la la lah
Posted by price at December 7, 2005 04:09 PM | TrackBack