Strange Old Ladies

Picture this. I am pulling out of a parking lot in tow, or at least trying to pull out, and this little ‘ol lady is just kind of…standing there in the middle of the road. She’s looking up, down, and around in circles. And there I sit thinking…what is the deal? Do I not have more important things to do than to sit here waiting for the mind of this lady to return? Finally she realizes that she was smack dab in the middle of the road, picks up her grocery bags, and walks kiddie corner, as opposed to just right across the road, like any normal person, I pull out, and in my review mirror I could see the guy behind me who must have been a little less patient peel out of the lot and nearly hit the old woman. I wasn’t sure whether to be upset that she was almost hit, or that he missed her by a few feet. Kidding. C’mon, I may not be the nicest person in the world, or a politician, or even a thinker, but I am an eater. And although the last comments have absolutely nothing to do with the rest of this blog, I get in the strangely awkward funny points where I can. With a young punk squealing out of the parking lot and nearly hitting the old, aimless woman would not only have knocked out the teeth she may have just recently received through the mail, but may have seriously injured her, sending her to the emergency room, and who knows what kind of family she has and needless to say what kind of insurance she may have. Of course he would have received a bad gig on his record for wiping out the glue of society all because he had to wait a few seconds more because someone had lost their way…proof positive once again that we live in The World Gone Mad.