Alex and I had been shopping this afternoon. He had something at Coldwater Creek he wanted me to buy with a recent gift certificate, so we both went to Arden Faire. Stores like CC provide comfy seating for men who get stuck shopping with their wives (or choose to go, in this case) so it was nice for both of us. The skirt he had found was lovely and will go with of few of my tops and -- if I may say so -- looked great on me. Sometimes he likes something that just doesn't go with my body type, but this one hit a home run. We arrived home in great spirits.
Then we noticed the car parked blocking our driveway. A young woman had been to the park and had not been particularly careful about where she put her car. We stopped our car, clicked to open the garage door (so she would know we were waiting) and sat quietly. She was chatting on her cell phone while holding it up to her ear and buckling a child into the back seat. OK. She had to get the child secured and we could wait. Then she walked around the car and did something in the other side -- still holding the phone and talking and ignoring us. Not a sheepish smile or a just-a-minute sign or a wave. Just talked to her friend and took her time. Then she got in and drove away, phone still held to her ear. She did slow down as she passed us and gave us the dirtiest stare I have seen in a long time -- the facial equivalent of a rude hand sign.
We were astounded! I was so irritated I wanted to go eat peanut butter, or M&Ms, or any one of the things I really cannot eat. Instead I made a phone call to a friend and vented. We still can't figure out why she was so hostile toward us. I guess we distracted her and unreasonably felt that we should be allowed to put our car in the garage. How dare we!?!
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