my life, my pace

I like the little town that I live in.  Most people don’t, but I do.  Sure, there’s a few drawbacks, but for the most part, the benefits outweigh the costs and I like it better here than my more urban hometown.  The thing that annoys me the most is the fact that my little town is a college town, chock full of annoying college kids.  Summers are best because most of them are gone and I always try really hard to enjoy the quiet before they come back.  Which is quite soon now.  Besides being just downright obnoxious, college kids also don’t have much driving experience.  So I’m always very careful about where I park my baby Prius since I want to keep it ding- and dent-free for as long as possible.  And I think you can guess the rest from here…

My husband and I decided to go out to dinner at our favorite Japanese restaurant today.  We got lucky and found a parking space quickly.  But I noticed that we were parked crooked.  And then the car next to us started backing out and I got really scared that they would scrape us.  But I didn’t say anything because my husband hates it when I criticize his driving.  We just stayed in the car while they backed out and sure enough, they scraped us.  As my husband sat there dumbfounded, I kept telling him, “They hit us.  They f****** hit us.  They hit us, dammit…why are you still sitting there?!”  I finally got out of the car before they could decide to run off and dealt with everything from there on.  It turns out that it wasn’t us who had parked crooked, but them.  We were as straight as straight could be.  If only my husband had my good sense and parked one space down, our poor baby Prius wouldn’t have a nice scratch on it.  Because obviously, if someone’s parked crooked, it means that they probably aren’t the best driver and you should avoid them.  So yeah, our baby Prius’s dent-free days are over…and just shy of its first birthday too.  So sad.  Damn college kids!

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1. an open letter to the latest idiot who scraped my prius bumperDear Mr./Ms. Idiot, Who exactly taught you how to drive? Oh, that's right. Probably no one. Because that's the only explanation for why you backed your vehicle into my innocent little Prius, not only leaving your nasty beige paint on my car but also taking a little souvenir paint chip with you. More importantly, were you raised by wolves? Because what decent human being damages another human's property and then runs away without admitting the wrong that they've done? Do you feel good about what you did? Ha! I hit your car and I got away with it! I'm so proud. Is this what you teach your kids too? Maybe that's why this nation is going down the drain. People like you who think you are above everyone else. People like you who expect to be treated like kings, but refuse to treat other people with common decency. Well, just you wait until someone treats you the way you deserve to be treated. It's not so fun, is it? Signed, Angry Prius owner...
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3. just when i’d lost all hope in mankindSo my husband and I braved the weekend and college kid crowd at Ikea today to get a bedframe for our new king bed. Needless to say, it was crowded. And annoying. The last straw was when this lady totally bumped into and then rubbed up against me as she walked behind me while I was in line. It wasn't even a tight fit and she didn't even bother apologizing like a decent human being. She was lucky that I had (wisely) chosen not to carry my Chanel because I surely would have kicked her ass if she had bumped into it instead of my ratty Coach purse. Yes, I know it was an accident. And yes, no harm done. But I'm just sick and tired of how rude we've become. A simple, "excuse me" would have taken less than two seconds to utter and would have sufficed. We finally made it out in one piece only to realize that we had underestimated the size of the bedframe we had just purchased. Or overestimated the width of our Prius' trunk. Either way, there was no way in hell we were going to fit the headboard in our car. We debated whether our other car, a Japanese sports car, would be able to hold it and decided that we had no choice but to try. So I ended up sitting outside of Ikea with our impossible cargo for an hour waiting for my husband to make the trip home and swap...

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