Today is a day for bitching and complaining.
First on my list is parking.
My new morning Starbucks is a busy one, at least double the amount of morning traffic from the one in downtown Manhattan.
Traffic sucks on a regular basis even when all available spots are open.
And now, today only, the building management decided that it would be a brilliant move to put out some red cones and yellow caution tape and restrict half of the parking spots.
If there is some sort of serious work to be done and it is absolutely necessary to shitcan half of the customers to the coffee and none-coffee businesses here, so be it. Have the work teams standing by and get it done ASAP.
Here is the problem.
There is no workers to be seen. Not even an ominous work van.
And the morning java crowd is not taking it well.
As far as addictions go, caffeine is a fairly mild one that doesn’t make evil shit happen if you are denied.
Nobody gets shot if you can’t score and no one has ever performed oral sex in the alley to get a mocachino in the wee hours.
However, caffeine has an odd element of entitlement that other drugs lack.
Anarchy reigns in the parking lot at the moment.
The is a black BMW that is stopped in the middle of the lot, door open, and a guy in a black suit is rapping on someones trunk.
He is not happy.
“HELLO? UH, YOU SNAKED MY SPOT! HELLO!”
I watched this one evolve and I believe I know what his issue is.
Black BMW entered from the west.
Open spot about 10 spots up. He hits his turn signal, but for reasons unknown, creeps forward really slowly.
The second he hit his blinker, a red VW Jetta enters the lot, coming in hot, at least 20 MPH in a small lot.
Sees the open spot, BMW is still 8 spaces away from the open space, and the Jetta makes an audible tire squeal as its slides into the spot.
BMW does not view this as done.
Adding to the fun mix is the Jetta driver, who appears to be a very mild mannered business woman, not angry, not yelling, appears to be oblivious to the BMW driver’s issue.
You know what this little scene is missing to make it truly fun?
Oh wait, here they are.
And, it appears, that the BMW driver has been looking for someone to yell at other than the Jetta driver.
Why? No clue. But the police are the wrong ones to yell at.
As anyone who has spent a little hood time in the company of the police can tell you, they do NOT enjoy being bitched at.
Out comes the finger.
When the BMW driver begins to stab the finger in the general direction of the officer, things only get better for those of us who take some sort of sick delight in the tense shitty moments of others.
The BMW driver is now in trouble. The Jetta driver has asked and been given permission to go get her coffee.
I decided that coffee was a fine idea myself and went inside.
When I came out, 15 minutes later, the BMW driver was still making friends.
Let that be 3 lessons to us all.
1. Let the spot go. You don’t own it and another one will be available soon.
2. Its not personal. Don’t get out of your car, don’t make a scene. It still will not get you the spot.
3. Leave your finger out of it. The police have little tolerance for you and HAVE NO TOLERANCE for your finger in their chest. Trust me on this one.
Words for the next generation.
Leave your finger out of it.