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Not sure what reminded me of this, but I figured you guys might find it entertaining.
I've lived here in Virginia Beach for close to six years and this area in particular is home to a bunch of snot-nose types who let mommy and daddy pay for everything in their lives including the attitude to match.
When I lived on base, I used to go to a local Borders bookstore routinely to pass time and kill a lazy weekend.
I pulled into the parking one day, finished locking my car and glance up when I hear a door slam. The large bookstore doors mind you...
This visibly pissed blonde teenager who couldnt have been a day over 17 storms across the lot, literally jumps into her vehicle ands slams the door before backing out her space with a squealing roar of tires.
I have paused in my walk across the lot to witness this little tantrum, watching as she zips out of the parking aisle, moving entirely to fast for the area, moments before she starts cussing out the window in a screech of brakes at this older couple she almost clipped.
Well, by this point she is driving past the very front of the bookstore as I step out into the crossing area. Once again she slams on her brakes and started leaning on her horn as though God Himself shouldnt dare to stop her.
I will admit it was less than neighborly of me, but I decided I'd had enough of watching this display and responded the only way I could for someone in such an obvious rush.
I slowed my walk to an almost neglible crawl, not daring to glance toward her windshield and give her the satisfaction of notice.
I proceeded to pause directly in front of her car, slowly glancing down at my watch like I was checking the time. Of course, this was followed by a lesuirely stretch as though I'd just developed the worlds worst crick in my neck before I finally turned my head, grinned at her and finished walking towards the door.
She continued to lay on the horn, flipped off everyone visible in the parking lot and sped out so fast she left skid marks on the asphalt.
All in all I couldnt say I minded as a number of people witnessed what I did and were either openly grinning or trying to hide smiles behind their hands at my shenanigans.
I've lived here in Virginia Beach for close to six years and this area in particular is home to a bunch of snot-nose types who let mommy and daddy pay for everything in their lives including the attitude to match.
When I lived on base, I used to go to a local Borders bookstore routinely to pass time and kill a lazy weekend.
I pulled into the parking one day, finished locking my car and glance up when I hear a door slam. The large bookstore doors mind you...
This visibly pissed blonde teenager who couldnt have been a day over 17 storms across the lot, literally jumps into her vehicle ands slams the door before backing out her space with a squealing roar of tires.
I have paused in my walk across the lot to witness this little tantrum, watching as she zips out of the parking aisle, moving entirely to fast for the area, moments before she starts cussing out the window in a screech of brakes at this older couple she almost clipped.
Well, by this point she is driving past the very front of the bookstore as I step out into the crossing area. Once again she slams on her brakes and started leaning on her horn as though God Himself shouldnt dare to stop her.
I will admit it was less than neighborly of me, but I decided I'd had enough of watching this display and responded the only way I could for someone in such an obvious rush.
I slowed my walk to an almost neglible crawl, not daring to glance toward her windshield and give her the satisfaction of notice.
I proceeded to pause directly in front of her car, slowly glancing down at my watch like I was checking the time. Of course, this was followed by a lesuirely stretch as though I'd just developed the worlds worst crick in my neck before I finally turned my head, grinned at her and finished walking towards the door.
She continued to lay on the horn, flipped off everyone visible in the parking lot and sped out so fast she left skid marks on the asphalt.
All in all I couldnt say I minded as a number of people witnessed what I did and were either openly grinning or trying to hide smiles behind their hands at my shenanigans.
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