So this morning I'm in a bit of a hurry getting to work, and as I pulled into the front gate of the fair grounds, which haven't even opened yet, an old crotchety parking attendant jumps out in front of me, wearing coke bottles (I know, I know: bless his heart.), and yells SLOOWW DOOOWWNN! Of course I'm already stopped at this point.
Aside: It's not that he told me to slow down that annoyed me. It was the wide-eyed frantic waving of the hands by a person who can't see well enough to know I was already stopping, and then aggressively addressed me. It's the fact that during the fair, these people--carnies, really--come out of the wood-work to claim their temporary "4 weeks out of the year" power and proceed to go hitler on everyone who works there year round. It's ridiculous.
Now then, where was I? Ah yes, I rolled down my window and mentioned I was headed to the music hall and was in a hurry, to which he replied, "where are you going?"...[really? I just told you.] "to the music hall--I work there"...."well what do you do?"...."sorry no time to talk" [squealing tires because my saturn is a beast]...
SLLLOOOOOWWWW DDOOOWWNNN!
kiss my grits old man.
kiss my grits old man.
Transcendental grade for old hitler parking dude 1/7 chakras.
