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The Asshole card
Last night, we're all sitting around in the newly-reorganized living room (New! Improved! with ALL NEW sofa!!!) when Tammie says she'd like a dip cone. Who wouldn't like a dip cone on a hot summer evening? (Me actually, as I don't like the chocolaty coating they use. But a small sundae is the same price and suits me just fine.)
So we all piled into the van and drove up to Dairy Queen, it being late enough and the tired being prevalent enough that walking the half-mile was not doable. We were sitting in the turn lane waiting for an opportunity to turn left into the parking lot, as well as waiting for a prior parker to back out of his space, when along comes a car from behind us, turns into the lot without even pausing, and nabs the space we've been waiting for.
Made me wish for a preprinted card saying, "Congratulations! You're an Asshole!" to leave under his windshield wiper. Had to make do with The Look when we saw him in the restaurant.
So we all piled into the van and drove up to Dairy Queen, it being late enough and the tired being prevalent enough that walking the half-mile was not doable. We were sitting in the turn lane waiting for an opportunity to turn left into the parking lot, as well as waiting for a prior parker to back out of his space, when along comes a car from behind us, turns into the lot without even pausing, and nabs the space we've been waiting for.
Made me wish for a preprinted card saying, "Congratulations! You're an Asshole!" to leave under his windshield wiper. Had to make do with The Look when we saw him in the restaurant.