Please, allow me to describe what appears in the photo below:
[“Get a move on, buddy. Company’s coming”: photo GH]
Someone in a blue car is blocking my driveway.
It happens several times per week, especially when a service is planned in the church across the street that involves a lot of musicians getting dropped off or picked up.
Normally, I let my feelings of frustration pass (e.g., “How dare you block my drive. MY drive!) because I’m generally a stay-at-home grumpy-puss.
Today was different. Company’s coming , any second.
If whoever-it-is doesn’t move their car in 5 minutes I’m going to throw a mittful of small, supposedly delicious, leftover Hallowe’en candy at their car.
Or fume for another five.
That oughtta do it.
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