So this afternoon I'm making my usual rounds at the thrifts. As I'm driving around the parking lot of the Sugar House DI and getting ready to pull into a spot when a woman enters the parking lot going in the wrong direction. As I'm backing up to get into my spot she gets behind me and stops so I am unable to complete my parking manuever. I'm thinking, maybe she does not realize she is going in the wrong direction so I roll down my window and say, "Excuse me, but you are going in the wrong direction..." That was a mistake. The next thing to come out of her mouth was a long and very "colorful" insult of my driving skills. "I guess I'm not going to get her to back up", I'm thinking. Apparently she is just a very angry person so I decided to just drive on and do my thrifting at a later time.
I don't get it. I always look forward to my shopping trips at the thrifts. I anxiously visualize what treasures might be in store for me. There is always a little spring in my step as I approach the entrance...what fabulous items await beyond those doors? I suppose angry, yelling parking lot woman is not one of those individuals.