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And just hours after posting a comment in this thread, which concerns people who don't turn on their headlights, guess what happens at work today?
Just to explain a few things first. The parking lot at the wholesale club is divided into two sections. One side is partly shared with the Wally World next door, and handles most of the customers who shop at our store. The other side (divided by a small hill with a median and trees and a footpath) is colloquially known as the "employee side" by those who work at the store, since most of us park on that side. (Though plenty of customers use it as well.)
A couple of weeks ago, the lights on the employee side and the two closest poles on the main side went out. Not sure why, but they apparently can't fix them because of an electrical fire in the wiring, which is buried under the dividing median... which itself is buried under about five, six feet of plowed snow.
So. That side of the lot is a lot darker than the main side. Onto today's incident.
Me and Hoss are outside collecting carts. Hoss is walking ahead of me, through the crosswalk, pushing our stabilizer carts, I'm behind steering the cart-pusher. Hoss has to stop to let a rather speedy little bastard zip past in his car, and moves on. I'm about to follow when I happen to glance left and then STOP, jumping a little to avoid ramming my ribs into the stopped cart-pusher.
Some motherfucker in an SUV was coming down on me. In a dark-colored car, in an unfortunately darkened lot, which only its running lights on.
To the asshole's credit, he slammed on his brakes as well and then flicked his headlights on. He waited for me to proceed, but I just angrily gestured for him to continue, trying to telepathically send the message "Go on, then, if you're in such a fucking hurry!" with such force to make him spontaneously hemorrhage in his brain. Sadly, it appears I'm not a scanner, so that didn't work, but the asshole did move on, albeit slower than before, and at least left his lights on.
Seriously, it's dark-- 9:00pm at this point-- even moreso when you consider the lack of streetlights in that part of the lot, and there's just enough fog to make what beams of light there are stand out a bit. Just because you're apparently a T-800 sent by Skynet to kill John Connor and can see in the dark doesn't mean the rest of us can! Headlights are not only for YOU to see, it's so OTHER PEOPLE can see YOU!
Just to explain a few things first. The parking lot at the wholesale club is divided into two sections. One side is partly shared with the Wally World next door, and handles most of the customers who shop at our store. The other side (divided by a small hill with a median and trees and a footpath) is colloquially known as the "employee side" by those who work at the store, since most of us park on that side. (Though plenty of customers use it as well.)
A couple of weeks ago, the lights on the employee side and the two closest poles on the main side went out. Not sure why, but they apparently can't fix them because of an electrical fire in the wiring, which is buried under the dividing median... which itself is buried under about five, six feet of plowed snow.
So. That side of the lot is a lot darker than the main side. Onto today's incident.
Me and Hoss are outside collecting carts. Hoss is walking ahead of me, through the crosswalk, pushing our stabilizer carts, I'm behind steering the cart-pusher. Hoss has to stop to let a rather speedy little bastard zip past in his car, and moves on. I'm about to follow when I happen to glance left and then STOP, jumping a little to avoid ramming my ribs into the stopped cart-pusher.
Some motherfucker in an SUV was coming down on me. In a dark-colored car, in an unfortunately darkened lot, which only its running lights on.
To the asshole's credit, he slammed on his brakes as well and then flicked his headlights on. He waited for me to proceed, but I just angrily gestured for him to continue, trying to telepathically send the message "Go on, then, if you're in such a fucking hurry!" with such force to make him spontaneously hemorrhage in his brain. Sadly, it appears I'm not a scanner, so that didn't work, but the asshole did move on, albeit slower than before, and at least left his lights on.
Seriously, it's dark-- 9:00pm at this point-- even moreso when you consider the lack of streetlights in that part of the lot, and there's just enough fog to make what beams of light there are stand out a bit. Just because you're apparently a T-800 sent by Skynet to kill John Connor and can see in the dark doesn't mean the rest of us can! Headlights are not only for YOU to see, it's so OTHER PEOPLE can see YOU!
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