wednesday, october 16
	the traffic on the bay bridge has been pretty sucky these past couple of mornings.  i can't seem to get up in the mornings earlier than 7am, so i get out of the house a little later than usual.  when i get onto the bridge, it's already packed and i always seem to get stuck behind the big rigs.  it sucks.  when i finally get around the big fat truck, i then find myself behind the slow as hell driver that leaves 2 car worth's of space in front of them so that cars can cut in and out of their lanes into mine.  grrr...  bumper to bumper traffic people, it means you should be driving bumper to bumper.  hehe, yes i'm usually not the one to let drivers jump into my lane.  just because you signal doesn't mean that you can squeeze in when there's 4 inches of space in front of me!  go behind me, there's plenty of room there!  yes i'm a bitch behind wheels. last friday i was craving krispie kream so after dinner we head out to daly city and picked up half a dozen doughnuts.  on the way home, we head over to albertsons to pick up some milk.  there was only one line open that evening and the line was only getting longer.  parkin finally was able to put the large gallon milks jugs, (2  for $3.85!), a container of citrus altoids, and a 6 pack of wyder's pear cider on the conveyor belt.  the guy in front of us was in the middle of his checkout when this man came up upon parkin from behind and said, "hey man.  i've got a cab waiting outside and just these two beers.  can i cut in front of you?" i looked behind us and saw that he had made his way in front of 4 other patient customers.  parkin looked at him and said, "and we've got this milk" and then the albertson's guy started in on our groceries.  the dirty guy behind us huffed with indignation and mumbled under his breath.  we only had a handful of things tho, so we checked out pretty quickly.  as i finished my credit card transaction, the albertson's guy rang up the guy's beer.  "2 beers huh?  one for you and one for the cab driver?  haha"  then the dirty patron replied with, "yeah, i wish people would UNDERSTAND that i have a cab outside waiting" and he shot us a dirty look.  i wanted to yell at him but tightened my lip, put my wallet away then walked out of the store.  on the way to the car, the guy came out of the store and walked towards his cab.  i looked at him and as we made eye contact, he yelled out to us, "jackass!" i stopped and yelled back, "i'm the jackass?  you're the idiot who had to stop at albertson's for 2 cans of beer with a cabbie waiting outside!  we're the jackasses?!"  the cab driver drove away and i saw the cabbie laughing and i flipped the jerk off.  i meant to flip off the idiot, hopefully the cabbie understood that.  in my head, i'm thinking that the cab driver is happy the longer the guy takes, so cab driver man should actually be thanking me for making him more money.  hehe.  the whole night after the incident, parkin and i were fuming and couldn't stop thinking about what had happened.  we went to blockbuster and picked up a couple of movies, and as soon as we got back into the car, we talked about the guy that made us look like the jerks that wouldn't let him cut.  we talked about how fake some people are to get their way.  the idiot stinky patron's facade faded in line when parkin said no to him.  if he was really sincere, he would have understood that just because you ask, doesn't mean that you always get your way.  especially when you have to stop your cab driver at albertsons for two cans of beer!  friggin alcoholic, blaming us for your stupidity and rudeness.  *CHHHHHH* were parkin and i the rude ones that wouldn't let him cut in line? what would you do in this situation?
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