I stopped at a gas station for their free air pump. I see an SUV parked smack next to the pump, but nobody in it. I pull-up behind it, only to see a guy running over shooting me dagger glares, then sllloooowwwwlllyyyy going about his business of pumping air. I left before he was done the first tire to go someplace else. There were plenty of parking spaces, but I guess he wanted to make sure nobody got to the air before HE was ready.
Remember my Boyfriend, hit by a car? Well, he's getting cabin fever so we went with our friends to a theater performance at a local college. Ushers and everything! We confirmed upon receiving our tickets that he was getting an isle seat so he could have more room for his leg, brace and crutches. We are brought to our seats (we had adjoining ones) to see a lone woman sitting in the middle of them. The Usher asked her to move, and we all entered until finally my boyfriend sat at the end with relief! But the Usher kept insisting that we move down one so that the woman could have the end seat! My boyfriend kept trying to explain he needed room for his leg, but the Usher seemed to be getting frustrated and kept telling us to move down! I don't know what seats the woman actually had, she never said, but we had our tickets out at that point and our friend stood up and point-blank informed the Usher "Look, this is my seat, her seat, and boyfriend's seat. He has seat B10, he needs room for his leg, we are not moving so please leave us alone." The woman at least seemed embarrassed and told the Usher she would just sit behind us.
Remember my Boyfriend, hit by a car? Well, he's getting cabin fever so we went with our friends to a theater performance at a local college. Ushers and everything! We confirmed upon receiving our tickets that he was getting an isle seat so he could have more room for his leg, brace and crutches. We are brought to our seats (we had adjoining ones) to see a lone woman sitting in the middle of them. The Usher asked her to move, and we all entered until finally my boyfriend sat at the end with relief! But the Usher kept insisting that we move down one so that the woman could have the end seat! My boyfriend kept trying to explain he needed room for his leg, but the Usher seemed to be getting frustrated and kept telling us to move down! I don't know what seats the woman actually had, she never said, but we had our tickets out at that point and our friend stood up and point-blank informed the Usher "Look, this is my seat, her seat, and boyfriend's seat. He has seat B10, he needs room for his leg, we are not moving so please leave us alone." The woman at least seemed embarrassed and told the Usher she would just sit behind us.

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