Park Anywhere
We had a big basketball game here last night and people were parking anyplace they could: in all the lots and on all the streets. Except for one person who didn’t park on the street as much as he parked in in the street.
You just wonder where people’s heads are. This one’s seemed to be up his tailpipe. Parked at somewhat of an angle, with the front wheels illegally far from the curb, back end far out onto the street. Far out enough so that the investigating cop could not get by and had to go around the block. So did the tow truck.
That’s going to be expensive for Mr. Ford Escapade. But, rightly or wrongly, I have my theories about people who drive SUVs and large cars in general. Theory: They own the road and everyone else is dog food – not even a good brand, at that. Just my opinion and aimed at nobody in particular, but I do see a lot of people in those kinds of vehicles going too fast on wintry highways and tailgating me on urban streets. When you look in your mirror and all you see is a hunk of metal and a license plate, you know it’s bigger than you and the driver would like you to move.
Everybody has a story:
Jessie Whitworth Mallinson Tweedy, a former local resident, passed away at 94. A resident of England, she met her California husband there and made a perilous sea voyage back to the USA during WW2. Later, they moved to Jakarta, Indonesia, then to Amman, Jordan, later to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, then New York City and later to Khartoum, The Sudan. They retired to California.
You just wonder where people’s heads are. This one’s seemed to be up his tailpipe. Parked at somewhat of an angle, with the front wheels illegally far from the curb, back end far out onto the street. Far out enough so that the investigating cop could not get by and had to go around the block. So did the tow truck.
That’s going to be expensive for Mr. Ford Escapade. But, rightly or wrongly, I have my theories about people who drive SUVs and large cars in general. Theory: They own the road and everyone else is dog food – not even a good brand, at that. Just my opinion and aimed at nobody in particular, but I do see a lot of people in those kinds of vehicles going too fast on wintry highways and tailgating me on urban streets. When you look in your mirror and all you see is a hunk of metal and a license plate, you know it’s bigger than you and the driver would like you to move.
Everybody has a story:
Jessie Whitworth Mallinson Tweedy, a former local resident, passed away at 94. A resident of England, she met her California husband there and made a perilous sea voyage back to the USA during WW2. Later, they moved to Jakarta, Indonesia, then to Amman, Jordan, later to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, then New York City and later to Khartoum, The Sudan. They retired to California.
posted by Tom Carten at 12:18 AM
3 Comments:
I have my theories about people who drive SUVs and large cars in general. Theory: They own the road and everyone else is dog food – not even a good brand, at that.
Ahem. I'm sure you don't mean everyone who drives a large car. 'Course not.
No. In general, especially guys; more especially, guys up to 45 and gals in SUV's up to about 30. By observation.
The guys seem to have gas tanks full of testosterone and the gals have theirs filled with anger. I'm told to avoid being in front of a 25-30 year-old gal in a red car; you've got anger on four wheels ready to take you on.
Whew! That's a relief. This gal with a big red car is well over 25-30.
For years I've had a theory about guys and cars and stop signs/lights, and how they treat women.
Someday I'll tell you about it. ;)
Post a Comment
<< Home