Remorse Comes Slowly
I should desperately be working on homework, but I'm so absolutely livid and distracted that I have to blog about it.I made at least three laps around ACC before I found someone backing out of their parking spot. To top it off, I had to wait patiently for them to get in, set everything in place, look at themselves in the mirror, fiddle around some more, and finally turn the ignition on.
As the car was about three quarters out, some bozo with his longhorn-stickered-black Tahoe decided to cut me off and take my spot. I thought to myself, "Oh noooo!"
He thought I was going to go away, and to be honest with you so did I, but that was until I saw this nicely suited gentleman with a nice-sleek-black blazer and hush puppies slip out of the car.
"Okay now, " I thought, "not only is he from UT publicly rubbing it in everybodies faces by having stupid stickers ubiquitously spread over his stupid Tahoe, knowing that we are all trying to get into UT, but he has to be well-dressed too. I don't think so!" It pisst me off that my arch enemy was a handsome man and not an ugly-stinky-ogre. I opened my window, got close to his car, and said, "I was going to park there...didn't you see my blinker?" (He ignored me). So, seeing as to how he showed me no signs of remorse, I got out of my car and made sure he understood how important it was to feel remorse when you do something bad.
"Hey," I said," I was going to park there. How do you feel? You feel real good, feel like a man knowing that you cut off some girl trying to get to class? [kept rambling to him...] Oh yeah, I bet you feel real good, feeling real great, huh?...because, you know, it looks like your feeling SO good, that it matches really well with that blazer you got on. yeah. It goes real well with those hush puppies too!" (The whole time waving my finger around and the other hand nestled on my hip). I felt good, I needed to get that off my chest.
I got back into my car (I had left the emergency lights on), and glanced back at him before I sped off. He was taking off his blazer, placing it on the seat in his car. "Well, good riddance," I thought. But not really, after two minutes or so all I could think of was that apoplectic face he wore at the end of my grandioso speech (which still was actually a tincy bit delightful from his nonchalantacity from before). But not really. I'm surprised he didn't get a heart-attack.
That wasn't the last I saw of him though, which was really ironic because it took me at least another five minutes before I found another parking space. As I was approaching the double doors to ACC, I noticed the same "gentleman" that took my spot approaching from the opposite direction.
He saw me second, after I saw him, and looked at me with a more remorseful visage this time around. As though to redeem himself, he walked a little faster to open the door for me. I stopped right in front of the door until he made eye-contact with me, and said, "Well, it's good to know that you at least possess an ounce of chivalry...thanks"...and walked off.
posted by Becca @ 7:30 PM
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