“THE MAN WHO DIDN’T BELONG.. ….IN A YELLOW PORSCHE”
JUNE 22, 11:34 A.M.
Today I was heading over to my favorite Starbucks at North and Sheffield in my Black year 2000 Jetta, which I just purchased at Loeber motors (with the Loeber plates, no one will know that I only pay $199 a month for the next 96 months). Anyway, as I was driving south after just passing North Avenue, I approached the right turn into the Starbucks parking lot. Now let me tell you something about this parking lot. It serves two of the most popular stores on my daily list: Starbucks and Michael Anthony Day Spa. And with those two fine establishments, you can bet there are lots of other Trixies in their new $199 Jettas vying for the same parking space that I am.
As I’m about to turn right into the parking lot, this guy driving a canary yellow Porsche pulls out of the lot, and waits to turn onto Sheffield. He is blocking my entrance. As I pull to a stop and look at him from beneath my Ray Bans, I take a good look at him. I figure that he looks good enough (and not to mention the car!) to have a lot of money, or at least be someone important, and possibly worth knowing. So I quickly decide to snap on a smiley face and proceed to grin at him. He looks back at me, and I gesture that I want to turn in. The guy gives me the middle finger. Can you believe that?! I had just decided to be friendly. I stop smiling as he finally pulls out of the lot. By then the space I had been watching is taken. I have spent the entire encounter deciding whether this man would be worth meeting, and now I have to circle the lot again.
I am still frowning when I get to the Starbucks counter. The barista asks whether I want my usual. I say yes, thank you, and take off my sunglasses.
—Ashley Munroe
