The Universe continues to conspire against Mrs. Hillbilly Mom.
Thursday I went to Save A Lot, and all the parking spots on the store side were taken. TAKEN! Like saved seats at the Paradise Twin (for hardcore Seinfeld fans). Anyhoo...I drove around to the other side of the row, because I saw a few empty spaces there. I selected one toward the Subway end of the mini-mall. It was next to a JEEP that looked fairly new. I figured they wouldn't slam the doors into me, but just in case, I parked a little over toward the opposite line, which was an empty space by a light pole. No danger of backing into THAT one, because it was in front of me, unlike that long-ago nearly invisible light pole behind my old Suburban at the Office Max.
I was texting Genius about a problem with my Shaming Bracelet, and gathering my shopping list, and stowing my purse out of sight, when a lady came up to the JEEP. She was pushing a metal laundry cart about waist-high, and stopped right there at the JEEP passenger door, where she began FOLDING HER LAUNDRY out of that cart, and stacking it on the front seat! Meanwhile, I was trapped inside T-Hoe, because that laundry cart was only inches from the door.
SWEET GUMMI MARY!
I felt like that time Hick took 4-year-old Genius and toddler Pony trick-or-treating over by their daycare lady's house, and two teens soaped the windows of our car while I was sitting in the front seat! That's just disrespectful! That lady saw me sitting there. How can you miss something the size of Mrs. HM, only inches from your head, on the other side of a non-tinted window?
I couldn't sit there all day while that gal arranged her wardrobe. It was 86 degrees! I started T-Hoe, heh, heh, reveling in the look of fear in that Laundry Gal's eyes as she clutched her borrowed cart from the laundromat, AS IF it might be damaged by my actions. Hmpf! Only if my eyes could shoot daggers at it.
I drove around to the other side, but there were still no available parking spaces, so I rounded the end of the row and came back, parking one space over from where I'd been. That Laundry Gal didn't even have the gumption to look my way to see my displeasure at her antics.
Let's hope that Mrs. HM never makes the news for a case of parking lot rage.
4 comments:
Who folds their laundry out by the car? Isn't it more usual to fold things as you pull them out of the dryer?
River,
In my early years, when I went to the laundromat, I always folded my clothes on the counter after getting them out of the dryer. Nobody wheeled those carts outside. You put your clothes in your own basket that you carried back to the car.
If that gal didn't have a basket, she could have carried her stack of clean clothes out. Or put them in whatever she brought them in. I doubt she had a mountain of dirty clothes piled on the passenger seat of that JEEP, nor wheeled out that cart to get them.
You are indeed a weirdo magnet!!
fishducky,
I KNOW! It seems so unfair to the rest of you that I'm hogging the weirdos!
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