By Mike | Monday, January 22, 2007
Once: I was running low on potstickers (I used to them dumplings on the East Coast, but everyone on the West Coast calls them potstickers; why?) and needed a refill at 99 Ranch.
This gave me pause. Because I like my car. I really do. I change it’s oil regularly, keep it washed & waxed, etc.
99 Ranch is not a place you go if you like your car. If you like dumplings - I mean potstickers - then sure. But if you like your car…
Now I’m not one for stereotypes, especially those that disparage my own ethnicity. Stereotypes hurt. They hurt you, me, and little baby Jesus. So I’m not going to say anything disparaging. I’ll just let my experience speak for itself:
- I pulled into the parking lot. The driver behind me probably didn’t see me slow down as I entered the packed parking lot. My brake lights probably weren’t clearly visible in the daylight. So I can understand why he nearly collided with me and screeched to a halt.
- As I slowly made my way down the aisle, that SUV driver probably didn’t see me in front of her. That’s probably why she shot out of her parking spot and yelled at me for being in her way. I can understand that. An SUV is tall and she probably looked right over my car, saw no obstructions, and decided it was fine to pull out.
- Oh, and I totally understand why, as I was waiting for the SUV driver to completely vacate her spot, that Civic driver shot into the spot first. My blinkers probably weren’t easy to see. Daylight problems again. I thought I was close enough to the space and didn’t expect him to race down the aisle to park here. He almost hit my car too because I was slowly pulling into the spot. My bad.
So okay, I guess I was wrong. There’s no stereotype fulfillment here.
I’m going to check on my blinker and brake lights now. Then I’m going to head over to Trader Joe’s. I hear they have potstickers too.
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