01 July 2006

 

Self-Important little Thwips

So I'm at one of the gazillion strip-malls that decorate this fine land. The wife and one kid get out and run into the Used Game shop to check on a price. There's not much business. Very few cars in the lot, so I throw the Battlestar Odyssey into Neutral (ya gotta be in Park to open the pod-bay doors) and sit in the Fire Lane - keeping an eye out for the wild bush fire engine.

There's nary a light or siren, but some little thwip in a Chevy Chevette or somesuch heaves to alongside. He motions that I should put my window down. Noticing that the little yellow light on top of the Chevette wasn't funtioning, I put my window down.

"You can't park there"

"I'm not parked, I'm stopped."

"You can't park there"

I guess that's the only English the guy knew. So I let my foot off the brake, inched forward, and stopped again. As I continued doing this along the length of the storefront, Barney Fife swung around, pulled up behind me and started yakking on the cell-phone. Once I ran out of storefront, I traversed a few lanes of the parking lot and returned to a spot next to a Handicap Space in the main pathway - 3 vehicle widths from my original location.

Self-important little thwip tried to camoflage himself among some other cars (there were only about a dozen in a lot that holds a few hundred), so after the wife and kid got back in, I circled around and indicated to him that I was leaving.

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