....and the horse you rode into town on

I pulled into a parking spot in the grocery store lot and as I was putting my sunglasses away and generally sorting myself out before I got out of the car, I noticed the lady of the car beside me coming to her trunk with her cart and looking at me and the Beast.  I looked away and back again and she was still watching me and looking down at the space between the two cars.  I wondered what she glaring at.

I got out of the Beast and she said to me, "You haven't left much room."  I looked down but I already knew that I was well within the lines. 

Now, my response could have gone one of several ways:  a) I could have ignored her completely b) I could have apologized profusely and offered to move my car c) I could have told her to fuck off  or d) I could have told her politely that I was, in fact, within the lines.

I couldn't really ignore her because I had already sort of acknowledged her presence as I was sitting in the car and she was glowering at me.

I wasn't going to apologize because I had done nothing wrong.

I couldn't really tell her fuck off because I'm not in the habit of telling random strangers to fuck off and she was probably the same age as Luddite Granny and I certainly don't tell little old ladies to fuck off.  Well, I suppose I could but then I'd be that woman.  I do have some manners.

So I very matter-of-factly, without tone or raising my voice told her I was well within the yellow lines.  Judging by her reaction to that, you would have thought I had told her to fuck off.

She gasped in shock, spluttered a bit and, as I was walking away, told me I wasn't a very nice person.  A nice person!? Seriously?  If I hadn't been so pissed off, I would have laughed out loud.

And if I really wasn't a nice person, I would have told her to go fuck herself and the horse she rode into town on.  I had to make do with saying this in my head because, like I say, I do have some manners.  Not like some, who accost you in the grocery store parking lot.