My Addled Brain

So I ran into my Uncle David this morning. Took one of my twice a week visits to the bagel shop today (had an Asiago Cheese with egg and pepperjack cheese - scrum-diddly-icious), and there he was, standing in line right in front of me. We chatted, then he started talking about the silver Mercedes ML500 parked right in front of the store, in the lovely No Parking zone clearly delineated with fresh yellow paint. He said he saw it there all the time, like it was it’s designated parking space. We both came to the conclusion that the driver of said Mercedes probably thought he was better than everyone else.

David is something of a maverick in my family. In his younger days, he used to make his living making telephone companies, then selling them off. He would then proceed to squander the money he made in rather spectacular fashion before doing it all over again. This lead to difficulties amongst him and The Padre - long story glossed over, there was a period of several years where I didn’t see David. I’ve always liked him, even though I didn’t totally understand him, or his wife’s obsession with perfectly manicured poodles. But no matter what you have to say about him, he’s definitely got the Glisson Stubborn Streak™, and isn’t afraid to say something when he’s got an itch to.

So it should have come to absolutetly no surprise whatsoever when David confronted the driver of said luxury SUV as he and his wife got in it to leave. My uncle, the Miss Manners of parking. I stayed inside - I don’t have the kind of cojones to confront another human being for generally boorish behavior unless it directly affects me. He was gone for about a minute, then came back in. He said the driver told him that he could “park wherever he damn well pleased”, and that his wife wasn’t much better in attitude. We laughed about this as I flirted with the waifish cashier - good looking girl, in a hemp clothing sort of way. Once our orders came up, we headed out. “It was good to see you” he said as we walked out of the door, and split towards our separate vehicles. “Good to see you” I responded. And it was.