I stopped to pick up the mail Tuesday, on the way to town for my 44 oz Diet Coke. I parked on the gravel road, to walk across the blacktop to EmBee. I always make sure to park as far right as I can get. In fact, T-Hoe's side is up against tree limbs. There's plenty of room for people to come in or out of the gravel road.
Here's a picture, although it shows T-Hoe parked on the other side of the gravel road, when I returned. Just to give you an idea of the amount of space here, and where I park, and where Mailbox Row is located.
Sorry that it's skewed. Didn't mean to make you feel like you're going down on the Titanic. I just stuck the phone out the window, and took it blindly. Not necessarily to show off my shiny new door handle. That's a happy accident.
Anyhoo... on Tuesday, as I was parked on the other side, stepping out and closing T-Hoe's door to start my trek across the blacktop, I heard a vehicle crunching along the gravel behind me. It was a red Dodge Ram pickup, regular cab, which I had once mistaken for Farmer H's SilverRedO. It's the same shade of red, and I can't see the ram head decal on the front from very far away. I see this truck a lot, coming and going.
Anyhoo... I was striding along past T-Hoe, keeping close so that Red Ram could get around me. VROOM! The driver gassed it, and made a wide berth around me. So far that he was driving where I have T-Hoe parked in that picture. I was kind of put-out, thinking, "I'm not THAT wide!" when Red Ram went around me. Come to find out, he was doing that for a proper approach to Mailbox Row.
Red Ram pulled up against Mailbox Row, facing traffic the wrong way, so as not to get out, but only reach through the window for his mail.
Not that I'm the
rural Road Police, mind you. I park T-Hoe on the blacktop road to get out and get the
mail sometimes when I come home. But I DON'T park in front of the mailboxes, and
at least I'm facing the right way for traffic.
I wasn't too mad, because I figured it was just like he cut line in
front of me. Like he would take his mail and move on. But no. I swear,
that guy was either opening and closing every mailbox, looking for
something he might want... or he picked up his mail after the Monday
holiday, and read every piece of it. There I stood. I couldn't get to EmBee with him parked there. He took so long that I went back to
T-Hoe's door, and turned off the ignition. Not wasting MY gas on this
Ne'er-Do-Well's passive-aggressive antics.
I swear he was there at least five minutes. I think he did that on purpose. Butthole.