Squishy Burrito? What?!? So, I was walking the streets of Denver with a good friend, and a boy (later to be known as Cster). I decide we should eat. "What do you feel like?" my good friend ask me. "A squishy burrito" answers Cster squishing my muscleless arm.
Jump forward a few years. The good friend is now my sister-in-law and Cster and I enjoy the mountains walking to our mailbox with our 4 children Mster, Lster and Kster, and Nikster.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Parallel Parking
To: the lady whose husband knew I was going to parallel park in front of them yet they didn't move their car backwards at all and then got out and watched me park to make sure I didn't hit your car.
I know why I have a garage! Parking on the street is never fun. Don't stress over it, they probably don't have much of a life to be getting jollies out of your pain. Keep smiling! Good things come to those with patience.
2 comments:
Some people are unable to empathize an go through life just waiting to yell about something. You should have bumped their car.
I know why I have a garage! Parking on the street is never fun. Don't stress over it, they probably don't have much of a life to be getting jollies out of your pain. Keep smiling! Good things come to those with patience.
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