It's just been a cruddy sort of day that's got me in a bit of a malaise. Firstly, the weather has been oppressively hot and humid. Also, I came down with a bit of a tummy bug today that's sapped me of energy. But what really drains my energy and boils my piss is the sheer stupidity of some drivers.
This is a really crazy time of the year. When I die, I'm going to Heaven because I think I experienced Hell already today at one of my local shopping centres. The car park of this particular spot is best described as horrendous. It is not flat and even; it has a fiendish topography of rises and bumps and craters that resemble a reproduction of the moon. The civil engineer responsible should have put aside his or her crack pipe before drawing plans. It's a nightmare to negotiate a loaded shopping trolley, even worse if you've got a toddler sitting in the child seat of one - I'll never forget the time I snagged a bump and my then eighteen-month-old nearly spilled out; I was lucky to get away with only the twisted ankle I sustained. Today, I was rostered to get some shopping for a client and the only parking spot I could find was outdoors in a bay situated on an incline of about fifteen degrees. Whilst this does not warrant crampons, rope, and pickaxe, it is just right to set your teeth on edge when you're pushing a trolley.
When I went to the put the groceries in my vehicle, the next spot was empty, which enabled me to manoeuvre (with effort) the trolley next to my car. A friend who was in the line of vehicles entering into the park saw me struggling and dispatched her young daughter to assist me with the trolley. I had the trolley next to my rear driver-side door in readiness for unloading when lo and behold (and fuck me dead!) some braindead gronk started reversing his ute into the spot where the young lass and I stood.
Astonished and flabbergasted, we edged back with the trolley, wondering was he aware we were there. He kept reversing in and I had fleeting visions of footage from Christine screaming through my head. My friend got out of her vehicle and stormed over to the gormless deadshit, and demanded to know what he thought he was doing, and suggested he help us rather than try to run us over. His excuse was he didn't want to hold up the queue of drivers. I don't know about you, Reader, but given the choice, I'd rather wait in queue whilst a person is packing away groceries than see the grisly carnage of people getting run over, whether or not I get to the shops in plenty of time!
We ended up with trolley at the bonnet of the car and smoke coming from my ears. The guy got out of his ute and offered to help me with the groceries. As he should, the useless imbecile. I thanked him for helping me, but pointed out had he called out to the drivers behind him he was waiting for a person who was putting groceries in a vehicle, I'm sure they would have understood. Also, there are concrete structures to indicate where to stop the vehicle, and they proved most awkward to get the trolley around as we tried to avoid getting hit by this cockwomble.
It kind of wrecked my day, as you can imagine. I know it's the season of peace and goodwill, but I'm not wishing this popped boil a Merry Christmas; he wants to be yeeted into the sun.
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