Dude, I love Jesus.

This afternoon was pretty mellow. Megan and I needed some stuff at Costco, so we head over to the new one in Lakewood. It's a Tuesday afternoon, there's no traffic and the parking lot is pretty sparse. And did I mention it's a beautiful day? Well, I must be hanging around Greg Negrete too much because I had an incident in the lot.

I go to the entrance of the Costco and turn down the nearest row of parking spaces. I expected a really close one given how uncrowded the lot was, but I was out of luck. The spaces didn't open up til half way down the lot. There were a couple cars getting ready to pull out, but I didn't feel like waiting for them, so I kept driving. I get to the part where the parking opens up and take the first one available. Well, as I'm turning in, an older white-haired fellow puts his blinker on to indicate he wants it. I say out loud (but not to him) "oops, sorry dude!" as I pull in. (Also, it was on my side and he was coming from the opposite direction, it's not like I cut him off to take it)

Oh man, I thought he was going to fight me. He slows down right behind my car, almost to a stop. I look at him, and he gives me the most piercing glare I've seen in a long time--and I live in the ghetto. As I get out of the car to offer him the spot, he drives away. I did some extensive googling to find you a picture like his face, but all I found was this baby. Since babies look like old men anyway, it's actually pretty accurate.



You know, I think I can fix it:


Fixed.

Was I scared? Yeah, a little. Honestly I thought I might have to drop an old man, but that would be his fault for pinning me in and attacking. Still, I was relieved he left. I wondered if he thought about it but decided against it when a big 25 year-old with a Spartan goatee stepped out.

I started laughing and just say, "dude, I love Jesus." Megan asks why. I say, "you know, I'd bet anything he has more money in his bank account than we do, I bet he has a nicer place to live, and he definitely has a nicer car. But we're the happy ones. I can't imagine going through life with that much anger, all the time." Then Megan told me I should blog about it.

-J