yawwwwwwwn.
Oh.
Wow.

You're still here?!

Well...*looks at calendar* looks like a couple of months have passed since I've checked in. I guess thats part of "blogging" right?

Well, I don't call the page idiosyncratic for nothin'.

drummmmmmmmrolllllllll please!!!!!!!



So there's this able-bodied ass-wipe in my hood that cockblocks the public handicapped parking space as if he was a paraplegic. No problem...I'm not disabled(jah bless) so I could give a rat's ass what he gets away with.

Until recently that is.

Last week the guy decided to cross very wide line it takes to actually piss me off. Before we get into my confrontation w/ him though; As a sidenote - About a year ago my Mom had to put dude in check a due to him stepping up and yapin' off that she couldn't park in the handi spot(Mom has a pass due to her movin' big ma around).

Yeah. That episode was nasty...Lets just say Mom needed a some new pumps afterward...cause she left one in his ass.

>> >> Fast-forward last week.

So that night before the jump-off I parked next to the handi-section w/ my back tire a foot into the blue paint. There are two handi-sections connected, and this dude uses one; the other is always open.

Always.

I jump in the car the next morning and find an incoherent germanesque accented post-it® note from guy that took 3-4 reads to decipher what the hell he was trying to say. In a nutshell...Acording to him I was lucky that the parking police/patrol car wasn't called and if I ever tried it again my ride would be booted-and-towed.

Really?

You know, as another side note...One of the many great things about being a 6'2" Black man is the fact that it's uber-easy to flip "the switch" and intimidate my caucaian brothers and sisters.

Back to the story.

I would have actually knocked on his door but being that it was 5:30a.m. and I was already late for work I digressed. Later in the afternoon after work, I found myself knockin' at his front door daring him to call the police so both of us could laugh at how is pathetic his able-bodied lazy life had come to the point of threatening someone because of a back tire taking up 1/10th of his space.

I handed over my celly and paused for his reaction.

Long story short, he bitched out went on a rant about how he's tired of people parking in handi-spaces...*sigh* talk about an anti-climax. Ready for a showdown and being let down I turned my back to the sobbing bastard and I threw up the finger while yelling how I can never find parking at LAX because half the spots are handi. I live with it...and so should he.

Fucker.

Next week: Politics @ Work in Orange County

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