Grrrrr.
So I get off work yesterday at the wholesale club, and as per usual for a Sunday, it's movie day for me. I knew that my usual trek to Tyson's Corner would be fraught with danger and crazy business-- people were venturing out into the world for the first time since The Snowpocalypse 2: Snow Harder had hit us with its one-two-three punch combo-- so I decide to go to a closer theater.
This particular theater is in a shopping center whose main entrance is always a nightmare to navigate on weekends, so I do as I usually do-- take the back way in, cut through one of the parking lots, and go into the garage.
As I'm entering the lot, however, I see this car backing out of its space. I have no intention of taking the empty space-- I prefer the garage, as it's easier to leave from-- but I have to wait for him to leave since he's now blocking the traffic path.
Except he's actually making a three-point turn in this parking lot which still has packed-down ice-snow, in a Honda Civic -- with only one hand, because the other is holding his cell phone to his ear.
I wanted to throw something at him, but I settled for my usual muttered oath of "I hope you die in a fiery auto crash," and went about my day.
So I get off work yesterday at the wholesale club, and as per usual for a Sunday, it's movie day for me. I knew that my usual trek to Tyson's Corner would be fraught with danger and crazy business-- people were venturing out into the world for the first time since The Snowpocalypse 2: Snow Harder had hit us with its one-two-three punch combo-- so I decide to go to a closer theater.
This particular theater is in a shopping center whose main entrance is always a nightmare to navigate on weekends, so I do as I usually do-- take the back way in, cut through one of the parking lots, and go into the garage.
As I'm entering the lot, however, I see this car backing out of its space. I have no intention of taking the empty space-- I prefer the garage, as it's easier to leave from-- but I have to wait for him to leave since he's now blocking the traffic path.
Except he's actually making a three-point turn in this parking lot which still has packed-down ice-snow, in a Honda Civic -- with only one hand, because the other is holding his cell phone to his ear.
I wanted to throw something at him, but I settled for my usual muttered oath of "I hope you die in a fiery auto crash," and went about my day.
