I know how Rodney Dangerfield must have felt when he would complain about getting no respect. It's a real "pissed on" feeling, let me tell ya! I'm usually very happy with the fact that I'm a woman, but yesterday was another story. I would have given anything if I could have been a 6'8, 320 lb., scary looking dude with arms the size of most peoples legs! Why, you ask? Take a look at this!
I went to Lowe's after work to pick up some Round Up for Harley. I've been itching to ride for days and I was happy to run this errand for him so I could extend my commute home. As I was walking out of the store with my purchase, I noticed this truck hugging on my Glide. WTF! I could tell from across the parking lot there was some serious encroachment of her space going on. I looked to see if I would have any trouble backing her out of her spot, and even though I decided I would be okay, I was still pissed off. I realized I was dawdling with the chore of stowing my package and donning my helmet and gloves. I was wanting to see what jerk off decided he needed so much room. Maybe it's a good thing he didn't show up, because my mouth would have put me in serious jeopardy, I'm sure!
I used to carry fake parking tickets that were a joy to share with drivers like this. They simply said, "If you f**k like you park, you'll never get any!" Maybe tomorrow's errands will include a little trip to the printing shop.