On pastries, poisons, and parking

[smeddley]

Royals game last night (yay) and they won - in what felt like the longest game ever. And yet it clocked in at under three hours. But the final score was 2-0, with I don't know how many left on base. This made for a rather boring-feeling game. But they won, so that means $10 new sneakers for Mr. Smeddley at Dicks and they also got more that 6 strikeouts, which meant free coffee and Snickers for me at the Circle K (I had to stop and get gas, anyway).

But I didn't feel like a Snickers for breakfast, so I bought a Bear Claw pastry to go with my coffee (I shall have the Snickers later!). Sadly, when I went to open it, it opened too easily, and I noticed one end was a bit on the hard side. I guess the package sealer left a bubble, and it let air in. So I broke it in half and ate the still-moist half. I figure I didn't need the extra calories, anyway, right? That's what also prompted me to pass on the cappuccino and get plain old motor oil rot gut swill coffee. So all in all not a great start to the morning. Especially if I get food poisoning (intentional or otherwise) from the pastry. I know, I'm totally fixated and fascinated by poison - not, mind you, that I have the urge to poison someone, it's more of an academic interest. And if anything, I'd be interested in solving poisonings. And I love reading about the history, etc. I joking said (after a commercial on TV) that I should go get a degree in... what is it the semi-police people get a degree in? Criminal Justice? You know, I often thought I'd love to be a forensic pathologist. It's like being a doctor, only you don't have the fear of killing your patients. Or a crime scene photographer. That would be neat. Little-know fact about me: I was going to stay in college and get a degree in Chemistry, but I got a job offer from KCMO and the lure of not being dirt-poor anymore drew me away. Plus, you know, the chance to use the degree I already had. And now, eleven years later, it seems I have too much invested in being what I am to change. And, you know, the fact that jobs in those other fields are rarer, and probably don't pay as much. And really, I prefer that my life isn't wrapped up in my job. I'm fine with it being a means to buy the things I really like.

Anyway, onto the parking bit. There's a guy at work who gets his knickers in a twist if you park in his parking space. I did it one day (because it was closer to the place I was releasing the mouse) and he taped a bumper-sticker to my car. Then he went off when a girl from court parked there so she could walk past the fine drop-box and collect the money. And evidently, yesterday, as he was leaving for work he parked his work truck in the spot so no one could park there this morning. So he went though all the trouble of swapping cars - twice! - just so he got 'his' space. I simply can't imagine caring about a parking space that much. Sure, I like to park in the same general area of the parking lot, but that's just so I can quickly find my car and don't wander around the parking lot looking like an idiot that's lost my car. Which, I would be. But I have half a mind, if I ever beat him in, to park in his space again. I will not, like he said he'd do, get here 15-20 minutes early just to get my parking space. That seems far to OCD and more than a little sad...

Comments

[cdpeck.livejournal.com]

Parking space guy has self-esteem issues. You should tell him that, goshdarnit, he is smart enough, strong enough, and people like him. And then backhand him for the hell of it.

[smeddley.livejournal.com]

You're making a lot of assumptions there... ;)

[crimsonlotus84.livejournal.com]

In the words of Weird Al: "WE'RE OUT OF BEAR CLAWS!!!"

[smeddley.livejournal.com]

D:

My two favorite kind of doughnuts are apple fritters, bear claws, and cake. Um, my three favorite kinds of doughnuts are apple fritters, bear claws, cake, and jelly filled. AMONG my favorite doughnuts are...

[http://users.livejournal.com/anam_cara_/]

I'm about dying, I want an iced mocha so badly for my breakfast.

So, is this parking spot officially his? Like labelled? I think I'd have to slap someone that put a bumper sticker on my car for such a mild offense. Seriously. But what the hell do you mean, because it was closer to the place I was releasing the mouse???? Huh? Is this an euphemism that I'm unaware of?

[smeddley.livejournal.com]

No, nothing labeled, it's just that he normally parks there, so he's gotten teritorial.

And the mouse thing - no, it's exactly what I said! I'd caught a mouse in a live trap in me kitchen and was letting him go. :)

[http://users.livejournal.com/anam_cara_/]

Oh, you do not even know how much I respect you for live trapping and releasing a mouse. Seriously.

Tell him next time he needs to piss at the corners so everyone will know it's his. Bah.

[smeddley.livejournal.com]

I've done my share of mouse-icide, I just really don't like it. I've had humane traps out the whole time, they just tend to be too smart - or rather, too stupid - to use them!

[mmmontserrat.livejournal.com]

Wow.

Good story.

[oneworldvision.livejournal.com]

Are parking spaces actually assigned, or has he just parked in the same one for so long he thinks it's his?

I can be a bit OCD with stuff like that -- I almost always eat in the same spot when I go to the dining hall at school, for example, but if someone beats me there I -gasp- sit someplace else. If I can't find anywhere to sit I get annoyed, but not at the people who took "my" place. Although, the thought of slapping a bumper sticker on somebody's dinner is really quite amusing.

[smeddley.livejournal.com]

It's the latter. I don't so much understand because I park wherever (to an extent, I do stay in the same general area) and he's really getting over-the-top about it.

See, a bumper sticker on a dinner would be funny because it's so creative and unexpected! "If you can read this you're sitting in my spot"

[clare-dragonfly.livejournal.com]

...What a moron.

And what is the point of taping a bumper sticker to your car?! Doesn't he know they stick on their own?

[smeddley.livejournal.com]

I think he knew I'd out-and-out do him bodily harm if he'd really stcuk a Texas Tech bumper sticker to my car. :) I'll give him he was smart enough to realize that...

[clare-dragonfly.livejournal.com]

Oh, so wait, he didn't take it off its backing? I was picturing a bumper sticker stuck to your car and then tape applied on top of it.

[smeddley.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he left the backing on. Otherwise I would have been ticked. Those things are a pain to pry off a car!

[aeamek.livejournal.com]

I bet he also has fond feelings for his stapler.

[smeddley.livejournal.com]

I see him more as in love with his mechanical pencil, actually...