You were backing out of Fred Meyer parking spot. I was waiting for you to leave. I wanted your spot. You backed out slightly then pulled back in and shut off your engine. Adjusting your mirrors, you must have saw me mouth "what the fuck, you chode". I waited a few more seconds and then proceeded to a spot directly in front of you on the other side of the parking lot. As I was getting out of my car, you saw me and panicked.
That was funny. I was over it. You made a huge frumpy face and i said out loud "what? You have a problem buddy?."
You flipped me off and without a chance to return the gesture. I did see the for sale sign and the number was almost magically simple to remember as iI went into Freddie's and asked to use a courtesy phone. I then called you and asked about your minivan. I then told you to go fuck yourself and stop being such a Freddie's parking lot creeper asswipe.....
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