{"id":704,"date":"2003-06-29T20:06:00","date_gmt":"2003-06-29T20:06:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jimgworld.com\/blog1\/2003\/06\/29\/704\/"},"modified":"2003-06-29T20:06:00","modified_gmt":"2003-06-29T20:06:00","slug":"704","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jimgworld.com\/blog1\/?p=704","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>HOSTILE TERRITORY: I pulled into the local <b>Home Depot<\/b> this afternoon and was weaving my way through the parking lot looking for a space.  Someone was loading a van with lumber and had an aisle half blocked, leaving just enough room for one car to pass.  I was coming up the aisle and a guy in a big SUV was coming the other way.  I was closer to the blockade, so the SUV-man held back in a gentlemanly fashion.  Or so I thought.<\/p>\n<p>Just after passing the lumber loaders, I saw a space to my left, so I jammed the wheel and turned in.  There was another space just past me, and the big SUV started clumsily maneuvering into it.  As I got out of my car, I heard some shouting from that SUV, something about &#8220;taking my space&#8221; followed with some good old-fashioned eschatological invective.  Given the tone of the gentleman&#8217;s voice, I decided it was best not to look back.<\/p>\n<p>I got into the Depot and sought out the safety of the plumbing aisle.  It was kind of crowded, so my new friend couldn&#8217;t pick me out too easily. However, I sensed that the longer I stayed, the more vulnerable I was to a rather unpleasant encounter with a frustrated, high-testosterone man on a hot summer afternoon. I was looking for a washer for the neck connection on my sink, which is pretty leaky these days.  But there were too many; who knew which one would work. You shouldn&#8217;t go into Home Depot unless you know what you&#8217;re doing.  And if I decided to buy some washers and stand in one of those slow lines behind guys and burly women with boxes of tile and rolls of insulation and sheets of drywall, I&#8217;d be a sitting duck for a meeting with my SUV-owning friend.  So I decided after 5 minutes to sneak out the entrance way.  I wondered what sort of revenge he had planned for me for making him walk an extra 10 feet.<\/p>\n<p>I was relieved when I arrived at my car to find all the windows intact and none of the tires slashed.  There weren&#8217;t any huge scratches to the car body either.  No, all that my friend did to express his angst was to put a lumber cart behind my rear bumper.  Phew.  I put the cart off to the side, started my machine up, and got the heck out of there.<\/p>\n<p>Honestly, I didn&#8217;t want to <b>spite<\/b> the guy.  I didn&#8217;t know he wanted that particular space.  He didn&#8217;t have any blinkers on.  When the same thing happens to me, I let it go.  I figure that when you see a parking spot that you&#8217;d like but someone else gets there first, them&#8217;s the breaks.  But I guess that when you&#8217;re a big guy in a big SUV at Home Depot and you see a skinny guy in a Corolla get to your spot first, well, things just seem dreadfully wrong with the universe.<\/p>\n<p>There was one cool aspect to the incident, however.  During my short time in the store, I heard Tom Petty&#8217;s &#8220;<b>I Won&#8217;t Back Down<\/b>&#8221; playing on the PA system.  Yea, it&#8217;s funny how sometimes you hear just the right song at the right time in the right place.   Almost as if life were a movie or something.<\/p>\n<p>P.S. I did finally resolve the leaky faucet neck problem; went back to the Depot (a different one!) and got some teflon packing rope.  Voila!  Now, if I could just find a fix for the &#8220;aggressive, frustrated suburban male in big SUV&#8221; syndrome.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>HOSTILE TERRITORY: I pulled into the local Home Depot this afternoon and was weaving my way through the parking lot looking for a space. Someone was loading a van with lumber and had an aisle half blocked, leaving just enough room for one car to pass. 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