GET OUTTA MY WAY!
Here I am quietly beginning to pull out of the tiny shopping plaza where I park when I attend the vaunted Canandaigua YMCA.
I pull outta my parking slot into the traffic-lane, and suddenly am cut off by a tattered dark-green Astrovan, rust around the doors.
GramPaw is lunging out of a side-lane that T’s into my lane.
I slam on the brakes. “Oh well,” I say. “Insanity rules in parking-lots.” I navigate each parking-lot with great fear and trepidation — and am called a wuss by the guy that has cracked up two times in parking-lots — I never have. (Once he ended up with a slew of broken bones, and the other time five guys and a dog were needed to right his motorbike...... But as usual, I was fully to blame in each case — the broken-bone time was my ISP.)
GramPaw is ahead, quickly disappearing down the parking-lot exit.
He merges onto Park Ave. without stopping, which thankfully had no one coming.
I noticed what might be a Dubya-sticker, but by now he was too far ahead to tell.
But we’re coming up on a T-intersection with Gibson St., so since someone was ahead of him, he had to stop.
I pulled up behind, and it wasn’t a Dubya-Cheney ‘04 reelection sticker. What it was was “Support President Bush and the Troops.”
Then just as suddenly, when the car ahead advanced, he barged onto Gibson St., cutting off a guy coming up the street.
He had to slam on his brakes.
“Get outta my way! I supported the president.”
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