Several of you have asked as to the circumstances regarding the parking lot incident and how it was resolved. Here goes -
Monday morning the Mister and I decided to drive to Los Alamos and check out the museum so along the way we stopped at this wonderful restaurant to pick up to-go cafe au laits and hopefully a bag of beignets. It’s a lovely bakery/restaurant with a wonderful staff and fabulous food and crappy parking. Made more crappy by the fact that someone had parked their red Hum-Vee in such as way as to block all access to the additional parking at the rear of the property and this resulted in all successive vehicles, including ours, being forced to park at odd angles to accommodate all which contributed to blocking the red Hum-Vee from making an exit both fore and aft.
When the pajama-fur coat lady returned to her red Hum-Vee she discovered her position and since I was the only living soul in any of the cars that were blocking her car she turned her wrath on me and demanded that I move my fucking car. I would have been more than happy to move our car but someone had parked their car behind us and other cars were starting to stack behind that one. Besides which even if I could have moved our car I was not in possession of the key which was with the Mister and he was inside buying coffee.
I tried to explain this to her but it only served to make her more irate because evidently she was in a super big rush to leave. I suppose it was to go home and change clothes but I hardly think that counts when you allow yourself to go out dressed in flannel pajamas and a full length fur coat.
At some point, as her anger escalated at being thwarted in making a fast exit I piled out of the driver’s side door and ran in the restaurant to get the Mister to handle it. She blew in behind me and there was a slight fracas with the line at the door as the other parking offenders were rousted out to move their cars and when I emerged from the restaurant a couple of minutes later everyone, including the Mister had moved their cars and the crazy lady in the red Hum-Vee tore out of the parking lot nearly running me over in the process.
It took me all of the drive to Los Alamos to recover. My cafe au lait was cold by the time I could drink it. Plus the restaurant was out of beignets.
I could have really used a beignet.
Other than that, the trip was great.