Rage time.
First is an unimportant issue regarding friends and their girlfriends and the resulting distancing from said friend because he's too busy suckin' face and texting her every frikkin' day (even at bowling, so I'm practically alone) and he'd better not be texting her the whole time we're at Magic Mountain to celebrate my birthday
Next is when stupid moms in their red SUVs and their assumed superiority. The bowling alley's parking lot is specifically marked. There is one entrance and one exit. You come in through the entrance on the right, and when you leave you go around the building and use the exit. I've always known this, I go the correct way. I'm backing up with my trunk to the entrance because I'm going to go around with my windshield to the way to the exit because that's how I'm supposed to go. I turn my head to shift to drive and this frikkin' lady waggles her finger at me as if I'm in the wrong. The mix of my feelings of rage toward this older=smarter mentality and her daring to act like she's MY mother and waggle her finger at me? What? I yell out my one-third-opened window
"OBEY THE ARROWS LADY!!"
She had BETTER have heard that and realized what I meant and looked like an idiot in front of her daughter. And the above-mentioned friend and his girlfriend and his brother.
