princess paupr’s Reflections

Think about all those angry last-minute shoppers and people fighting for parking spaces.

Here’s another anecdote.

Yesterday, Gordon and I went to small group (”Lily and James’” small group).  L & J live in an apartment downtown where the security requires a few pieces of info before letting cars into the parking lots: building you’re visiting, suite # or person you are visiting, your name and your license plate number.  For some reason, the security guy was having a lot of trouble hearing Gordon, and so we waited a while (I guess he was preoccupied with other things).  Anyways, there were three cars behind us waiting and we were getting a bit impatient.  After pressing the operator button 3 times he finally responded and got down the information.  Except he forgot to ask the license plate number before the gate opened for us.  So we were busy shouting the license plate number while the people behind us could only see that the gate was open and we weren’t moving ahead.  They kept honking at us, and so the security guy couldn’t hear us.  We had to shout the license plate like 3 times.

It made me so angry.  I wanted to shout obscenities or give a rude sign back.  People suck sometimes.