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Good; I've done both flashfics. Writing smut for Giles makes me feel insanely naughty somehow. I like that feeling ::grin::
Bad. I almost succumbed to parking rage (like road rage but you're not moving) and I didn't and I'm not sure which I feel worse about; that I got so worked up I was using words I usually only write down or that I wussed out totally and the person to whom they were directed remained serenly oblivious. I think.
I parked at the bank and I was in my lines, not over or anything, space to either side of me. Come out to find the child seat side space has been taken by a huge van thing with two women in it and the space between us is literally a few inches. I sighed and pushed Lauren in from the other side (not easy) fastened the child seat with the wrong hand (incredibly hard) and then started to reverse out. Couldn't do it. So frigging, fucking...OK, calm, so very tight that I was practically exhanging paint. I backed and filled, edging out and the driver glanced down with this look of bored ennui and looked away. I wanted to leap out, hammer on her window, scream abuse...instead I drove off.
I am a cowardly non confrontational wimp.
Bad. I almost succumbed to parking rage (like road rage but you're not moving) and I didn't and I'm not sure which I feel worse about; that I got so worked up I was using words I usually only write down or that I wussed out totally and the person to whom they were directed remained serenly oblivious. I think.
I parked at the bank and I was in my lines, not over or anything, space to either side of me. Come out to find the child seat side space has been taken by a huge van thing with two women in it and the space between us is literally a few inches. I sighed and pushed Lauren in from the other side (not easy) fastened the child seat with the wrong hand (incredibly hard) and then started to reverse out. Couldn't do it. So frigging, fucking...OK, calm, so very tight that I was practically exhanging paint. I backed and filled, edging out and the driver glanced down with this look of bored ennui and looked away. I wanted to leap out, hammer on her window, scream abuse...instead I drove off.
I am a cowardly non confrontational wimp.