We all love a good Tat story.
Here you have it:
We love Rancho San Antonio.
We hike here with the miglets often.
As usual, Saturdays are horrendous for parking, but you just wait your turn in line & it's all good.
Yesterday was no different.
We waited in a line of 4 cars for about 10 minutes.
2 of the cars in front of us bailed.
Sweet.
There was only 1 car in front of us.
We wait another few minutes.
A car starts to pull out!
Hot Dog!
(& the car in front of us was a sweet family with a special needs boy who they were loading up in his wheelchair & getting all ready as they were waiting.)
As the leaving car starts to back out, a crazy lady zooms in the wrong way of the ONE WAY parking lot & waits for the spot.
Say it with me,
"Oh no, she di-int!"
Yes, she did.
In true Tat, man of justice, fashion, he bolts out of the car.
He approaches her very calmly & says something to this effect,
"Sorry, Maam. But 2 things...
1, you're coming in the opposite end of a one way,
2, there are several other cars that have been waiting for many, many minutes."
She looks at him & said,
"I don't really care."
Oh. No. She. Di-int!"
She did.
Tat continues with how she wasn't going to get that spot.
She said, "Oh yes I am. I already asked the driver if they were leaving, so it's my spot."
Hmmmmm.
He stands in front of her car so she can't pull in.
That didn't stop her.
She hops back in her car, jerks her car into drive, then
DRIVES RIGHT INTO HIM!
She ran into his leg & hip over & over!
You know he didn't move.
He just stood in front of her & kept letting her hit him.
Avy was screaming from our car,
"TAT! That lady is hitting you with her car!!!"
(She doesn't always refer to him as Tat, but I think she realizes that sometimes getting his attention requires words like, chess, money, worms, more recently...hobo stove, and/or yelling "TAT" real loudly.
Forgive him; he has selective hearing.)
Forgive him; he has selective hearing.)
Crazy finally got out of her car.
Tat said,
"Wow. You're a real class-act. You realize that the spot you're taking belongs to that family right there with the 2 boys, 1 of whom is in a wheelchair?!?!"
Her response,
"Then fine. I'll move for them. But not for you.
I don't care about you."
Wow.
Besides that strange encounter, it was a lovely, lovely hike at Rancho.
So if you happen to see a woman driving one of these
around the Rancho parking lot, avoid her.
She has no shame, & quite possibly, no rationalizing capabilities.
Once more for the record...
Oh, no she di-int.
Oh yes, she did.