Zona

so the odyssey continues.

I'm down in the States in line for cheap gasoline and there's a slot open and the car in front of me, the car at the head of the line, doesn't move. I go around to an open pump. Then the car comes along on the opposite side of the pump. I hear Spanish being spoken and sense confusion and kids' voices. I peer around to see what's going on.

The lazy bitch behind the wheel is having her 9ish year-olds put gas in the car and one doesn't know how to do it and has chosen the wrong grade of gas and the brother is scolding her and trying to correct the situation while this bitch remains in the drivers' seat.

I speak fluent Spanish but I don't care today. I just want to fill up and get the hell out of there before mom decides to light up a cigarette and blow us all to shit.

THEN I'm heading to the grocery store car park (I feel so Euro) and another bitch pulls out of her slot and stops in the way. She's blocking three cars, one of which is mine, while she just sits there fiddling with something.

I honk and gesture the classic two handed WTF. As I pass her she says, "patience is a virtue sir". "Shut up" is my response.

Why is my orbit colliding with all the dead weight these days?