Mina
10-12-2004, 11:07 PM
Have nastygrams become the newest way for us to vent our bad moods? Okay, I realize they're not new, but every time I run into one I'm just like, whaaa?
So today I arrived at work late, due to an unfortunate fall down the exterior (concrete) stairs at my complex and the subsequent time needed to clean up and tend to my injuries. I was opening my car door when a woman decided to pull into the space next to me. I figured, fine, I'll wait. And wait, while she tried multiple times to park a Land Cruiser in a space more suited for a Mini. (I'm not SUV-hating, but this was such the epitome of SUV-princess behavior that I can't help but mention it). Finally she seemed settled, so I opened my door a bit and squeezed my pint-sized body out. Unfortunately, while I could get out, I couldn't turn around without rubbing my butt and my lunch bag against the Land Cruiser. As I rubbed road dirt off my pants (I guess it just wasn't meant to me to make it through the day with unsoiled clothes), my purse hit the Land Cruiser. Neither my butt, bag, nor purse hit the vehicle hard enough to do any damage, and I was miffed at the increased delay to an already late start, so I didn't bother waiting for the woman to get out so I could apologize.
Worked 12 hours, dragged myself back to my car, and under the glow of the street lamp found this lovely nastygram on my windshield:
Your license plate number has been recorded because of your intentional malicious damage to my vehicle, and your action has been reported.
I took the note to our security people to see if any such thing had actually been reported, and they had a good laugh over it, but sheesh. I'm going to add that note to my scrapbook to remind me of the wonderful civilized people I work with. But it still doesn't compare to the morning I was coming off a night shift and was making a phone call before I pulled out. An older woman pulled up next to me, walked around to her passenger-side door, and opened it. It hit my car. She glared at me, pushed the door shut a little, and then pulled it open, harder, hitting my car again. And then a third time. Talk about a bad mood! I took her plate number (minus the nastygram) but never got around to reporting it because the dents she left blended in with the zillion dents I already had from no-parking and ill-tempered people.
And let's not even talk about the guy who threatened to report me because I pulled into the space he was going to take. (He was behind me, it was the last open space for at least a dozen rows, what can I say?)
The employee parking lot is the schoolyard playground of the adult bully. Welcome to the Real World.
So today I arrived at work late, due to an unfortunate fall down the exterior (concrete) stairs at my complex and the subsequent time needed to clean up and tend to my injuries. I was opening my car door when a woman decided to pull into the space next to me. I figured, fine, I'll wait. And wait, while she tried multiple times to park a Land Cruiser in a space more suited for a Mini. (I'm not SUV-hating, but this was such the epitome of SUV-princess behavior that I can't help but mention it). Finally she seemed settled, so I opened my door a bit and squeezed my pint-sized body out. Unfortunately, while I could get out, I couldn't turn around without rubbing my butt and my lunch bag against the Land Cruiser. As I rubbed road dirt off my pants (I guess it just wasn't meant to me to make it through the day with unsoiled clothes), my purse hit the Land Cruiser. Neither my butt, bag, nor purse hit the vehicle hard enough to do any damage, and I was miffed at the increased delay to an already late start, so I didn't bother waiting for the woman to get out so I could apologize.
Worked 12 hours, dragged myself back to my car, and under the glow of the street lamp found this lovely nastygram on my windshield:
Your license plate number has been recorded because of your intentional malicious damage to my vehicle, and your action has been reported.
I took the note to our security people to see if any such thing had actually been reported, and they had a good laugh over it, but sheesh. I'm going to add that note to my scrapbook to remind me of the wonderful civilized people I work with. But it still doesn't compare to the morning I was coming off a night shift and was making a phone call before I pulled out. An older woman pulled up next to me, walked around to her passenger-side door, and opened it. It hit my car. She glared at me, pushed the door shut a little, and then pulled it open, harder, hitting my car again. And then a third time. Talk about a bad mood! I took her plate number (minus the nastygram) but never got around to reporting it because the dents she left blended in with the zillion dents I already had from no-parking and ill-tempered people.
And let's not even talk about the guy who threatened to report me because I pulled into the space he was going to take. (He was behind me, it was the last open space for at least a dozen rows, what can I say?)
The employee parking lot is the schoolyard playground of the adult bully. Welcome to the Real World.