All he asked was, “Could you deliver this sometime this morning?”
My husband had packaged up some novels to be mailed to a bookstore. I had about five errands to run before my ten o’clock appointment, but what the heck, I’m a team player.
“Sure, I’ll make a quick stop at the post office,” I replied, knowing it was never a quick stop there.
I ran a few errands and made my way to the Post Office. “Please let there be a parking spot,” I mumbled, as I rounded the corner checking my watch.
There was, but it was on the other side of the street. I circled the block like a mad woman but just as I returned a car was pulling in.
I circled the block again. This time there was a spot, but I was going to have to rely on my parallel parking skills, something I avoid whenever possible. I pulled up beside the car and started to reverse, carefully watching the front of the car behind me. I noticed a teenager wearing headphones sitting expressionless and half asleep, watching. He looked from me to the front of the car behind me, to the rear of my car, then back to me again.
Would you not think he’d give me a wave or something? You can back up a little more, or STOP, you’re about to smash into the car behind you?
But, no, he just sat there and watched, enjoying my dilemma.
Well, I showed him, punk kid. Not only did I get parked, I had inches to spare at either end!