Skip to main content

Evidence of Stupidity…or Lack of Courtesy…nope, just Stupidity.

 Today, I present to you, my learned friends, pictorial evidence of an incident that occurred yesterday as I was leaving the car park in town at approximately 10.27 a.m. I drew it myself and it is a fair representation of the event, although some licence may have been taken with the colours of the cars. Except my car, which I know to be red. Fact.

Evidence for the Prosecution: 


I returned to my car, parked in the car park of Lidl, having just nipped into aforementioned grocery emporium to purchase cheese, bananas, two varieties of oatcakes (with seeds, with cracked black pepper), eggs, shortbread fingers. As I approached my car, an enormous van of very large proportions drove into the car park and parked next to my car. This van is represented in black. It was not a black van, it was a white van but this was difficult to tell underneath ALL THE DIRT AND MUCK. The van driver alighted from the van and headed towards Lidl. And yes, he did have an orange head. 

As you can see from my detailed drawing, m’lud, when I say the van ‘parked’ next to my car, what I really mean is that it was abandoned at a casual and careless angle next to my car. May I draw your attention to the empty parking bays to the right of the carelessly abandoned van? I would put it to you, m’lud, that the orange headed van driver could have parked with more courtesy, given the space that was available to the idiot…I mean, the accused. 

M’lud, my car is of the small variety, purchased for economy and convenience. One of its conveniences is that it is easy to wrangle in and out of small spaces. However, even I had trouble squeezing it out of its parking bay on this occasion because a) I couldn’t see to the right in order to observe oncoming traffic from that direction and b) I didn’t want to ding my back end on the mucky van nor my front end on my politely parked neighbour to my left. Reversing wasn’t an option (before my brother asks).

I suppose I could have waited for the accused ‘Mr Stupid Orange Head’ to return to his carelessly parked van and move it. However, I had purchased cheese and, not knowing how long the accused would be in Lidl, and with it being a sunny day and the inside of my car being on the warm side, I did not want to hang around and suffer a case of ‘sweaty cheese.’ Also, given I was feeling mildly annoyed at this point, sitting around and gently fuming could have induced a greater rage towards what, after all, is my fellow man. And who knows what would have happened had the red mist been allowed to fully descend? ‘Middle-aged Woman in Lidl Van Parking Rage’ as a Drayton Advertiser headline? I think not, m’lud. I have standards to maintain.

 Also, I had a date at home with a cup of tea and a shortbread finger. 

So I shunted my way out of the parking bay and drove home. By the time I arrived home, having been aided by the sunshine, the beautiful autumnal colours emerging in the surrounding trees, hedges and fields, and Classic FM playing soothing adagios in C major on the radio, my muttering had abated and all was right with the world. And here I rest my case for the prosecution.

Evidence for the Defence: None

Verdict: Orange Headed Van Driver guilty of stupidity. And having an orange head. 

Comments

Anonymous said…
Glad you got safely out of that pickle! Inconsiderate parking is really annoying. Do you have drivers who will park across two parking spots so they can avoid getting their car dinged? At least you have plenty of space for yourself if you get a parking spot next to one of those.
KJ
Denise said…
Yes, we do! It’s so inconsiderate, especially at peak times when spaces are often limited.

Popular posts from this blog

The Frosted Dawn Enigma

The decorators are in at the moment. Stairs and landing. Given my previous history of 'Hoo Ha Occurring on Stairs ' - reference the Trapped Under the Sofa Incident and the Foot Wedged Between Bookcase and Stair Rise Debacle - I thought it wise to pay for professionals to decorate the stairs and landing rather than get myself in a mix with ladder and plank combinations and achieve the Magic Three of staircase accidents. The decorators are a father and son combo who go by the  names of Craig and David. This automatically causes me entertainment. 'Came in on a Monday, prepped, filled and undercoated, back on Thursday, first top coating, by Friday finishing touches...' Okay, not as frisky or well-scanned as the original song, but you get where I'm coming from. Anyway, before they started the job Craig asked what colour I wanted for the walls. 'Same colour as the downstairs walls, please,' said I. 'Dulux Frosted Dawn.' And then white for ...

Day 1 - Decisions Are Made Beyond the Author's Control.

‘Well,’ I say, looking at the expectant faces gathered around the huge table in the Great Dining Hall of Much Malarkey Manor, ‘I didn’t think it was going to happen this year, but it is!’ There is a sharp intake of breath as everyone wonders of what I speak. I’ve been muttering about all sorts recently, and I’m not talking liquorice here either.   ‘The Much Malarkey Manor Annual and Traditional Christmas Story!’ I say, and wait for the expulsed air of relief to settle before I continue. ‘I thought we had done it all. I thought we had covered every Christmas story there was. I’ve been wracking my brains for a full two months now, trying to come up with something we haven’t done before and then it hit me! We haven’t done a version of one of the Great Christmas Films of Yore!’ ‘Your what?’ says Mrs Slocombe, who is more interested in the selection of pastries I have brought to this breakfast meeting, because that is what one does, isn’t it? Eat pastries at breakfast...

Sun Puddles

A few weeks ago, I met up with a dear friend for a meditation and healing afternoon, both of us being light workers on the spirit pathway. It did me good to re-engage in a bit of focused energy channelling (because I have let my practice slip somewhat) and during the afternoon the words ‘sun puddles’ popped into my head.  Now, I know this wasn’t my human brain thinking these words because I have never heard the phrase before; when I arrived home, I looked it up and said to myself, ‘Aaah, you mean sun spots!’ This is a sun puddle... ...there! That thing that Flora is lying on. No, not the sofa - the warm patch of sunshine on the sofa. Here are Flora and Bambino sharing a sun puddle... This proves that no matter how much they scrap with each other and try to denude each other of fur all over my rugs, they secretly share a mutual and fond admiration. I think. And here is Bambino on a sun puddle that has come to rest on my legs... It’s his casual, ‘I’m so cool’ pose. Metaphorically coo...