Crazies
Today on my way to school I stopped off at the U-District post office to check my PO box. I got my mail and then exited the building and began walking up to the street when behind me I heard a skittering of feet and someone walking VERY quickly, so I increased the tempo of my walk and began taking the stairs two steps at a time. The tempo of the person behind me increased in turn until it felt like they were running and breathing over my shoulder. Because I couldn't see what the person look liked I imagined he/she as a furtive rat-type person, with grubby clothes and dirty hair. Not someone I'd EVER consider dating.
When I reached the street the person scuttled past me and it was a haggard, frightened looking women in a tan Members Only jacket. Evidently she wanted to put change in her parking meter, and it turns out my car was directly in front of hers. When I had parallel-parked I had parked very close to her car, leaving about 1/4" between the two cars, but since there was a no-parking space behind hers I knew she'd have room to get out. This women marched to the front of her car and exclaimed "Well, that's really close, yes indeed" not realizing that I, the offending parker, was standing next to her. I told her "Yep, but I didn't touch your car" and she screeched "Yes you did! You're touching my car!!"
I ignored her and got in my car, started it, put in the clutch and... my car rolled back and tapped her front bumper. She began squawking gibberish so loudly I could hear her over the fabulous Euro-trash trance music pounding from my Bose speakers. But I ignored her and drove off and thought "I've probably just sent this women over the edge for the day... and I liked it."
2:22:55 PM 
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