My Last Minute Party (which, it turns out, are as much work as Well Planned Parties) is over so now it's time to think about the next project: Christmas dinner. At this point all I know is that it will involve Brussels sprouts. And anything else in my fridge/pantry, cause I'm not facing the crowds here again.
It's horrible, really, how petty and mean people get during the holidays. You'd think all the constant reminders of Baby Jesus would put people in a better mood, but around here cranky old people seem to thrive in the Christmas season.
While I was waiting for a parking space to open up yesterday, an old man motioned for me to roll down my window, and then started fussing at me about an open disabled space, and the handicapped lady behind me, and after finally realizing what he was worked up about, I saw the space open up in front of me, so I said, "How about if I just move my car into that space?"
"Oh, you don't speak English," he said disgustedly and walked off.
I was stunned, and could barely sputter "I speak very good English, sir!" before he was out of earshot.
I should have just wished him Happy Christmas in Spanish.