So, I was leaving the playground with my son last week. (SO much more fun now since he decided to start walking on his own!)
I got him buckled into his car seat and got behind the wheel. As I started the car and threw it in reverse to back out, the ice cream truck pulls in, and with much beeping, backing and filling, manages to maneuver its way directly behind me.
Now I was in the closest space to the playground, not counting handicapped spaces. I got out to talk to him.
Me: Excuse me, I was just backing out when you pulled in and you're blocking me. Can you please pull up a bit and let me out?
Him: (shaking his head and sighing and eye rolling) I was TRYING not to block anyone.
Me: (not trying hard enough were you?) Well, I can't get out and I was literally about to leave, I have to get my son home.
Him: (SIGH) I was trying to get as close as I could
Me: (??) Look, sir, can't you just pull up, then you can have my space once you LET ME OUT.
Him: (to kids approaching for ice cream) BACK UP. I NEED TO MOVE. I NEED TO LET THIS LADY OUT. MOVE.
Asshole. He pulled up like 2 inches and I escaped. I guess being the ice cream man is a bitter soul sucking job (but someone has to do it...)
I got him buckled into his car seat and got behind the wheel. As I started the car and threw it in reverse to back out, the ice cream truck pulls in, and with much beeping, backing and filling, manages to maneuver its way directly behind me.
Now I was in the closest space to the playground, not counting handicapped spaces. I got out to talk to him.
Me: Excuse me, I was just backing out when you pulled in and you're blocking me. Can you please pull up a bit and let me out?
Him: (shaking his head and sighing and eye rolling) I was TRYING not to block anyone.
Me: (not trying hard enough were you?) Well, I can't get out and I was literally about to leave, I have to get my son home.
Him: (SIGH) I was trying to get as close as I could
Me: (??) Look, sir, can't you just pull up, then you can have my space once you LET ME OUT.
Him: (to kids approaching for ice cream) BACK UP. I NEED TO MOVE. I NEED TO LET THIS LADY OUT. MOVE.
Asshole. He pulled up like 2 inches and I escaped. I guess being the ice cream man is a bitter soul sucking job (but someone has to do it...)
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