I’m pleased to introduce to you my best friend Michelle. I met her in my freshman year of high school and we’ve been friends ever since. The only problem? She lives thousands of miles away. Boo! I think it’s been at least four years since I last saw her and that is just NOT COOL. Anyhow. She’s going to be posting here from time to time, at least until I can talk her into taking the plunge and getting a blog of her own. In the meantime? Please give her a warm welcome while she vents on my blog, okies? Take it away, Michelle! – Marilyn
Hi! Yeah, hey… I’m over here. The silver Pontiac Sunfire? Yes you, Toyotas, Hondas, Chrystlers,VWs, Fords — all of you other cars. I am talking to YOU.
You guys need to talk to your owners about some parking lot etiquette. See, some of them don’t realize that those lines painted on the ground are for the boundaries of the parking spaces. They are supposed to park in between those lines, as close to the middle as possible. I know, it shouldn’t be that complicated but the humans don’t always do such a good job. Some of them park with the tires right on the lines, which means that it’s a really tight squeeze for the guy they’re parked next to, to get back inside their car. And chances are, that means that we’re forced to hit each other with our doors. Except for you minivans, cuz you guys have those cool sliding doors. But all of the rest of us, we’re screwed.
And listen, I know how humiliating it can be when your driver actually ends up taking TWO spaces, because they’ve parked over that diving line. There’s nothing worse than getting dirty looks while you’re human is off somewhere, abandoning you to face the wrath of the other drivers. They think we don’t know what they’re saying, and what those dirty looks mean. And that middle finger!! I won’t go into how it almost makes me cry. But you and I, we know what it all means. And I for one and tired of it.
Somehow, we need to convince our humans to only take up their alloted parking space. To park in the middle of those lines on the pavement. I don’t like to have to slam my doors into you, my friends. I especially don’t like being slammed into. So if we can all work together, I know we can drive, and park, in peace.
And on a completely different topic, can one of you please convince my driver that the antenae ball NEEDS to go? You can’t even tell it used to be a 49ers helmet anymore, but she’s afraid to take it off because of the bug guts that are smeared on it. It’s embarassing to have that as an accessory. So, please, someone, for the love of all that is holy, help me get it off!
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Sigh…those selfish car owners probably will not listen to their poor cars.
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Oh, this made me laugh so hard, I almost woke up my little one sleeping in the bed behind me. This is one of my pet peeves. And although I am one of those lucky minivan owners with the sliding doors, it doesn’t help when you still have to open up the driver/passenger doors in the front to get out. It’s either squeeze out and back in the front doors, or climb in the back with the kids and climb into the front seat. It’s a damn good thing I’m as skinny as I am or I would never be able to park my van unless I was parking at the opposite end of the parking lot, and we know how likely that is with 4 kids to hustle thru the parking lot and into the store.
Correction, Marilyn. It’s only been almost 3 years since we’ve seen each other. Not that that doesn’t suck, but it’s still mildly better than 4 years. I saw you on Mother’s Day weekend when you were still pregnant with Liam.