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I woke up at 7am to... a horn. a loud one. honking repeatedly.
I understand the frustration at not being able to get out of the freakin alley because someone has parked their car at one of the exits. I do. However, the horn honking continued. It continued long enough for me to get up, get some water, curse, go and look out the window, find a shirt, look out the window again, find a skirt, and storm out of the building.
She, of course, lost in her own little world, sees me walking towards her and is like "you really can't just park your car there".
I explained to her that people were trying to sleep. Clearly the owners of the car knows she's there. The entire alley knows she's there. Honking more is NOT going to do anything other than piss off the people who live here.
Demonstrating her complete lack of comprehension, she says "Are you saying this isn't your car?"
I was possessed of a strong desire to throttle the bint.
Really, if I were that angry, how angry do you think the hard-working late-sleeping drug dealers might have been? She's lucky the owner of the car didn't come out with a gun.
And yeah. There's another exit.
Still, I kind of enjoyed shouting at her, mostly because I was in the right, and she knew it. She just kept hoping that suddenly, it might be my car, so she didn't have to feel so guilty.
I understand the frustration at not being able to get out of the freakin alley because someone has parked their car at one of the exits. I do. However, the horn honking continued. It continued long enough for me to get up, get some water, curse, go and look out the window, find a shirt, look out the window again, find a skirt, and storm out of the building.
She, of course, lost in her own little world, sees me walking towards her and is like "you really can't just park your car there".
I explained to her that people were trying to sleep. Clearly the owners of the car knows she's there. The entire alley knows she's there. Honking more is NOT going to do anything other than piss off the people who live here.
Demonstrating her complete lack of comprehension, she says "Are you saying this isn't your car?"
I was possessed of a strong desire to throttle the bint.
Really, if I were that angry, how angry do you think the hard-working late-sleeping drug dealers might have been? She's lucky the owner of the car didn't come out with a gun.
And yeah. There's another exit.
Still, I kind of enjoyed shouting at her, mostly because I was in the right, and she knew it. She just kept hoping that suddenly, it might be my car, so she didn't have to feel so guilty.
