Monday, June 27, 2011
The One In Which I Am Glad I Don't Pack Heat
Let me set the scene for you. My car tires are a bit low judging by the slight bulge in the sidewall a little bit more than normal. My normal gas station with the air pump on a separate island well away from the store front and gas pumps is undergoing a complete rebuild and not available. So I pull into my backup store with the air pump in the back room and the air hose attached to the front of the building at the end of the angled parking spots in front for those not buying gas. There is a guy who pulled in right ahead of me.
This guy pulls into the station and with no cars in front of the store in the six spots for customers wishing to buy stuff besides gas and proceeds to park his car across two and a half spaces with his passenger side door right in front of the air hose. The other three and a half parking spots have no vehicles. I had a long day at work and wasn't in the best of moods and wasn't in the mood to ask this guy to move his car so I could access the air hose or for him just to park in one of the angled spots instead of taking up three of them. Instead, I just swung around the pump and pulled in "across the grain" of the angled spots taking up another one and a half of them, drove up on the sidewalk making sure there wasn't enough space for the man to pass between my car bumper and the side of the building nor between my car and his bumper. I got out with my tire pressure gauge in hand and walked around both my car and his car to get to the air hose.
The man got out and came over to where he was now blocked off by my car and I was just waiting for him to start bitching about me parking on the sidewalk so I could tear him a new one about his parking job. Instead, he looked at my tire, looked at me and said he thought it looked a little low. I bit my tongue and told him that I was aware of that and why I was trying to air it up and pointed at the air hose which he had effectively blocked. He then asked if he was in the way. I bit my tongue again and said very sarcastically that I thought if I unwound all the hose that I would be able to reach the low tire with the air hose. He nodded and walked around his car, my car and into the store. Had the gutter been a little lower and able to support his weight, I surely would have strung him up by the air hose.