Hippie Hatemail

A couple of weeks ago, I attended a concert (Travis - amazing!) at The Depot. Being a creature of habit, I parked in the covered parking area where I always park at The Gateway, despite the fact that there is parking closer to the bar (club?). The Travis concert happened to coincide with Britney Spears’ “Circus” show at the Energy Solutions Arena across the street (OMG, the people watching at the mall that night, esp. at Sky Box!! SO spectacular), so I knew the parking structure was going to fill up.

I found two empty spots, one of which was adjacent to a wall. I tried that spot first, even though it looked really small - and discovered that it was, indeed, really really small. Not quite a full space. Since my depth perception and consequently my parking skills SUCK, I backed out and parked in the spot next to it. But then I thought, hmm. Some jackass is going to show up late to see Britney Spears and, in their panic (I mean, come on - you can’t miss a minute of that spectacle!), squeeeeeeze their car into the not-a-space next to me. Thus, I backed up again and parked in the middle of the two spaces. Heading toward the structure’s exit, I thought idly that it might look a bit jackass-y to passersby, but I knew I was right - that second spot was just too damned small. Why encourage a problem?

I had a great time that night. Drinks at the Sky Bar followed by more drinks at an awesome show, both with a great group of people. One of them was nice enough to stay behind with me while I claimed my coat after the concert, and then walk me to my car* … where I found something on my windshield. Expecting an ad of some kind (Make $$$$ working from home!! Trance Night at Skeezers - featuring DJ $eXXX!!!!), I pulled it from under the wiper blade…and was treated to the following missive:

“REALLY??????
Fuckin’ ass!!!
Learn to park a fuckin’ Honda!!
Love, peace, harmony”

Awesome, right? I loveloveLOVE that someone was angry enough to take the time to find a pen and paper (I rarely have the first handy, let alone the second) and write that out, and then close it with such delicious ragetastic irony.

I think I love it most because I can kinda see myself doing it.

*I also love that I didn’t have to feel bad (I totally would have otherwise), because I was right. I promise! My friend can vouch for me- right, V?