The Day After Tomorrow

May 31, 2004

So I went to go see The Day After Tomorrow sometime last week (I think it was Friday). Before we saw the movie though, we went to go eat dinner. We find this great parking spot just a little bit down from the restaurant and pull into it. Once we park, we notice this car in front of us with his lights on and the driver’s gesticulating wildy with his arm. Dude gets OUT of the vehicle and proceeds to tell us that he was waiting here for the space and that it belongs to him.

Now, this is the classic pull-in vs. back-in scenario, but it wasn’t even that close. This wasn’t some simultaneous arrival deal like that episode of Seinfeld. We were parked in the spot, and if he was waiting to back into it, he sure took his sweet time. OK, so this guy’s out of his car and Kim’s giving him lip, because, well, she doesn’t give a fuck.

I kind of give a fuck, because I’m sitting shotgun and I’m not about to get in a fight with Mr. Roadrage. He eventually realizes we’re not about to pull out of a spot we’re already parked in and he goes to sulk in his car. He doesn’t pull off though, so we’re kind of like “what the fuck?” We leave anyway.

We actually end up in the same restaurant as Roadrage and girlfriend and dogs, which means he eventually found a parking spot, I guess. Unfortunately, nothing happened here. I figured he’d toss a crouton at us or something, but he never did.

We head back to the car and we’re expecting it to be burning to the heavens or possibly have a nice smashed windshield or a twisted fender. Nothing! So disappointing. WAIT! Not quite nothing! I checked the hood and there’s a nice scratch slowly drawn across the front edge of it. Mr. Passive-Aggressive had keyed the car! What a fucker. I would have respected him more if there was fire or smashed glass involved.

Oh, and then we went to movie. It sucked.

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