So, Mr. Bubbles and I decided that we needed milk. After a short while of "no, you get it", "no, you get it, why should I always be the one" and "ahh I'm unwell and your making me get milk", I volunteered to go and pick some up.
I am always bit confused when it comes to finding new shops, so I went for the next closest thing that remotely resembled a shop: The 24 hour petrol station. In I went, aimed to get the milk, tried not to pick up things I don't really need (and end up buying the shop) and get home asap. I got the milk, got annoyed at the whole queuing fuss - when I stand at a queue and a new cash counter opens and one hears the familiar "next please", it's first come first serve right? NO, apparently not. I was asked to stand back in the line, since the person in front of me was the "next" one.
Eventually, I paid and angrily grabbed the milk from the counter and rushed into my car. Closed all doors and tightly locked them like I always do, when I saw 2 indigenous girls lingering just there in front of my car (I remember seeing them in the shop, so they must have bought something). They started walking off, but quite close to my car (driver door side) and I kind of saw how one says something to the other. I was hoping that they would move away from the car and not hog the back, preventing me from backing out. Except, that's exactly what they did. Walk along the side of my car, in slow motion, and walk along the back of my car in slow motion.
I though to myself, "ok, you can't run them over, so let's back out inch by inch, fully aware where they are at all times". Apparently, one of the girls picked up on that and stared through my back window, blabbering something (all windows closed, couldn't actually hear anything). I flipped and said "F*** you" - obviously people can lip read, which she did and started swearing at me and bashing up my car with her hands and whatever was in that bag of hers. (Poor baby. It was super brave. It only has a tiny dent in it).
Great! I couldn't exactly back out and I don't actually remember what I did. (It must have been all impulse???!). Although I do remember checking if my car doors were all locked, so she couldn't get in.
I think I just chucked in the first gear and dashed across multiple kerbs and drove off. I don't remember looking back at all ... maybe I should have. I really wonder why I didn't. I always check my mirror 50 times a second, but this time it didn't even occur to me to check.
Moral of the story, don't say anything ever and don't go back to that place to buy things by yourself.
P.S.: I drove off, legs shaking, arms shaking. I could barely focus on the road. It was incredibly scary.
I am always bit confused when it comes to finding new shops, so I went for the next closest thing that remotely resembled a shop: The 24 hour petrol station. In I went, aimed to get the milk, tried not to pick up things I don't really need (and end up buying the shop) and get home asap. I got the milk, got annoyed at the whole queuing fuss - when I stand at a queue and a new cash counter opens and one hears the familiar "next please", it's first come first serve right? NO, apparently not. I was asked to stand back in the line, since the person in front of me was the "next" one.
Eventually, I paid and angrily grabbed the milk from the counter and rushed into my car. Closed all doors and tightly locked them like I always do, when I saw 2 indigenous girls lingering just there in front of my car (I remember seeing them in the shop, so they must have bought something). They started walking off, but quite close to my car (driver door side) and I kind of saw how one says something to the other. I was hoping that they would move away from the car and not hog the back, preventing me from backing out. Except, that's exactly what they did. Walk along the side of my car, in slow motion, and walk along the back of my car in slow motion.
I though to myself, "ok, you can't run them over, so let's back out inch by inch, fully aware where they are at all times". Apparently, one of the girls picked up on that and stared through my back window, blabbering something (all windows closed, couldn't actually hear anything). I flipped and said "F*** you" - obviously people can lip read, which she did and started swearing at me and bashing up my car with her hands and whatever was in that bag of hers. (Poor baby. It was super brave. It only has a tiny dent in it).
Great! I couldn't exactly back out and I don't actually remember what I did. (It must have been all impulse???!). Although I do remember checking if my car doors were all locked, so she couldn't get in.
I think I just chucked in the first gear and dashed across multiple kerbs and drove off. I don't remember looking back at all ... maybe I should have. I really wonder why I didn't. I always check my mirror 50 times a second, but this time it didn't even occur to me to check.
Moral of the story, don't say anything ever and don't go back to that place to buy things by yourself.
P.S.: I drove off, legs shaking, arms shaking. I could barely focus on the road. It was incredibly scary.
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