Tales Of The Snowpocalypse: How We All Just Try To Get Along And Get Through It…
I’m walking home from work…my first working day after last week’s torrential snow storms. The neighborhood looks mostly like this…
A lot of painstakingly shoveled out parking spots sprinkled between friggin’ huge piles where the snow got shoveled into. You can appreciate that people are a tad defensive of the spots they’ve cleared out.
So anyway…I’m walking back home through my little Baltimore rowhouse neighborhood. I come upon a big pickup truck parked in the middle of the street. There is an equally large linebacker type of a guy walking around a ratty old pickup truck parked in a spot next to it. He looks a tad…angry…
Me: Someone take your space?
He: Yeah…
Me: I think I’ve seen that truck around here before…
He: GODDAMN SONOFABITCH LIVES OVER THERE AND HE’S MOVING IT RIGHT NOW OR HE ISN’T GOING TO BE DRIVING IT ANYWHERE FOR A LONG, LONG TIME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: Uh…well…good luck…
(Bruce continues walking down the street…)
Hopefully it was settled without any gunfire. I am Not moving my car until the last snowpile has melted. I’m just not.
