I realize that if I'm going to blog, I'm actually going to have to sit down and write. So here's a tiny vent, and thanks to Esti for the punch line.
I was dropping off Scarlett at the Guthrie last Saturday morning and there was nowhere to park, just nothing. All I had to do was open the door and walk her ten feet into the lobby and the waiting arms of the child supervisor, so I parked illegally (right at the start of the walking mall where the Mill City Farmer's Market is) for less than 30 seconds. Consider I have quite possibly inconvenienced someone for 30 seconds and am driving a mini-van with a 12 inch metallic peace sign on the side door.
I get in my van and am backing up, when I see a well-dressed middle aged man closing the door of an SUV about ten feet away and signaling for me to stop, waving his arms. Pretty wife and dog peer out from the front seat. He walks up to me as I'm rolling down the window and he screams: "You can't park here! Use your head! What's wrong with you?"
After getting up to the window for the final yell, he turns around and storms back. I mean: even though I was driving away and removing the offending vehicle from his path, he was so enraged that he stopped the process (further delaying his important self from whatever item he was probably about to buy) in order to yell at me.
Guess that peace sign really pissed him off.