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This morning I was pulling into Wal-Mart because I forgot contact solution and I ran out of Excedrin Migrane.
Because it was only 7:30 am, the parking lot was pretty empty, and at this time of morning, almost everyone can park right up by the doors in the closer spots.
I was about to turn down an aisle to park, and this old man and his wife in their ancient land yacht of a Mercury Grand Marquis start backing up out of the very first spot, the handicapped one. The one closest to the door.
That part didn't worry me so much, as I've began backing up before and didn't notice someone was turning down the lane right away.
But then I noticed the old fart wasn't even looking behind him! And he KEPT BACKING UP!
At this point, I just stop where I'm at, and give my horn a gentle toot.
The old coot KEPT backing up yet. Thankfully, he was backing up very, very, very slowly.....so at this point, he wasn't too close yet.
Even so, I've lost my patience at this point. I lay my hand on the horn and keep it there. And keep it there. And keep it there. HE KEEPS BACKING UP!
AND KEEPS BACKING UP! Now he's just a few feet away from hitting me!
Since this parking lot's aisles are multidirectional and at this time of morning, pretty deserted, I then make a quick snap decision and hit the gas and weave my little Neon right around the stupid old coot and park a few spots down.
After I park, I sit in my car for a moment and watch as the dumbass finally puts it in drive, comes within inches of whacking one of the poles, and slowwwwwwly gets moving.
Mind you, this is the same Wal-Mart where, about 2 years ago, I was nearly run over by an old man driving a similar kind of boat car.
Because it was only 7:30 am, the parking lot was pretty empty, and at this time of morning, almost everyone can park right up by the doors in the closer spots.
I was about to turn down an aisle to park, and this old man and his wife in their ancient land yacht of a Mercury Grand Marquis start backing up out of the very first spot, the handicapped one. The one closest to the door.
That part didn't worry me so much, as I've began backing up before and didn't notice someone was turning down the lane right away.
But then I noticed the old fart wasn't even looking behind him! And he KEPT BACKING UP!
At this point, I just stop where I'm at, and give my horn a gentle toot.
The old coot KEPT backing up yet. Thankfully, he was backing up very, very, very slowly.....so at this point, he wasn't too close yet.
Even so, I've lost my patience at this point. I lay my hand on the horn and keep it there. And keep it there. And keep it there. HE KEEPS BACKING UP!
AND KEEPS BACKING UP! Now he's just a few feet away from hitting me!
Since this parking lot's aisles are multidirectional and at this time of morning, pretty deserted, I then make a quick snap decision and hit the gas and weave my little Neon right around the stupid old coot and park a few spots down.
After I park, I sit in my car for a moment and watch as the dumbass finally puts it in drive, comes within inches of whacking one of the poles, and slowwwwwwly gets moving.
Mind you, this is the same Wal-Mart where, about 2 years ago, I was nearly run over by an old man driving a similar kind of boat car.
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