May 10th, 2005
woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head
This morning, I walked out to my car and discovered it was blocked in by the Coca-Cola truck. I didn’t even know our complex HAD a Coke machine. He parked where there were no cars, EXCEPT mine. So I had to do a nice twenty-eight point turn to get sideways so I could back up around him, and then squeeze through the almost-not-space he left on the other side of his truck.
Look, I know it’s a tiny parking lot, but if you made your deliveries about an hour later, there wouldn’t be ANY cars. Some people don’t leave until after 8. But most people are gone by 9. Just FYI, man, FYI.
(And then I spilled coffee in the car while turning into the parking lot at work. Mrpgh. I hope it’s not going to be one of THOSE days.)
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My dad used to wake us up by singing the song from the title of this post. And I always thought he was so creative. It was only about 5 years ago that I found out that it wasn’t a dad original. It took a while for that to sink in.
And the 28 point turns are always the best. Especially when you live in a place that has security cameras so the dweebs in the security office can watch your ordeal.
Hope the day got better!
That is a great song.