Just Another Day At The Market

Fucking People

  I am at the Strathcona Market parking lot, at 10:30 on Saturday and I want to kill someone.  I know that this is not the best time to hit the market but that is the way it is.  It’s fucking packed with people trying to park and stupidity prevails.  It is unbelieveable.  There is zero spots and then this fucking stupid women pulls this one.  MDW and I pull up to two women ‘talking’ behind a car.  It is obvious that they are leaving, having seen them put their ‘stuff’ into the trunk.  We sit and wait whilst they chat, two minutes go by and we are still waiting.  I tell MDW to go in and I will park ’here’. Finally after another minute, having seen MDW walk past them, and seeing my car sitting there with the signal light on (perhaps she didn’t recognize what that blinking thing was – as she probably doesn’t use one!), these two rocket scientists get into the same car.  This fucking astounded me to begin with: why were they standing out in the chilly weather, holding a conversation, when they could have gotten into the car?  Stupid people doing stupid things.

So finally they are in the vehical.  I have been waiting at least three minutes, which doesn’t sound like much, but when yoo’re sitting there, is a fucking eternity.  Do da dumb, do da dumb.  Here I sit waiting.  Waiting.  And waiting. And waiting.  Another fucking genius decides to pull into our alley, despite seeing what I am doing and there is not a fucking inch to get by, but he’s special and needs to get through.  Going where I do not know, but of course I have to move out of his way.  Meanwhile idiot one and two are apparently having a visit in their vehical.  Still waiting, and waiting and waiting. Finally after about six or seven minutes, Madame Einstein decides to leave. 

     As most of you know, I am a patient man… well not really.  I wanted to jump out and slug both of these women.  These is not a fucking parking spot to have within a two mile radius and these two fucking morons are solving the world’s problems in the front seat of her car.  How fucking considerate.  Thank you very much. 

And Pete; you wonder why I live in a bubble?  It's either that or kill someone.  I choose the bubble.