I get home late tonight
and cannot get up my own street to my house that is maybe fifty yards from the intersection. After all of my touting of Holy Week, I arrive
and forget that it’s Holy Week. The
Maundy Thursday crowd is blocking my right of ingress.
I should know this by
now. This happens every Holy Week … and
Easter Sunday and Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve and Christmas and all through First
Communions (of which there seem to be hundreds held at this one church).
Oh sure, the church has
its own parking lot; two, actually. But
no one wants to park in the lots in case someone blocks him in, leaving nowhere
to park except my street, which sits adjacent to the near-empty lot.
Being the patient person I
am (so lying here), I zoom at the cars coming down the street, quickly veer
back into my lane after passing the absolute asshole who is parked facing the
wrong direction in the middle of the road.
Absolute frigging asshole.
And that’s me being nice
on account of the fact that I remember it’s a church night. Any other night and I probably would still be
outside having a pissing contest with the idiot.
I know, I know: It’s Holy
Week; I am so going to Hell.
First of all, I’m not the
one who parked like an asshole. Secondly, these drivers all have a parking lot
100 yards away that is perfectly suitable for their uppity vehicles. Thirdly, get … the … fuck … out … of … my …
way. Now.
It may not be the
Christian Way, but it’s my way and I live here and I’m tired and I’ve had a
long day and I have no patience left. However,
it is,
after all (or will be at posting time), Good Friday. I’ll forgive them with the understanding that
their vehicles and my vehicle will probably never meet again. Go
forth and be a jerk, and I will rise above it.
They, on the other hand,
will always be ass clowns, and maybe that’s the true lesson here.
