Recently I went to meet up with my wife at the airport, who had texted me that she was at the baggage carousel. I pulled into the airport pick-up area, and no sooner had gotten out of the car when I had you, Dick, barking at me to get back in the car and start moving, or else.
My first response was to yell back, but I asked you, “Why?” You said that there is no parking here, and I wondered why the signs say “pick up?”
You just kept on walking as you talked at me, not once looking at me. Walking away, you raised your right arm and said, “read the sign.”
When people are driving in there, they’re focused on finding a parking spot. Who in the hell is going to be reading signs when you have a bunch of idiots dashing in and out of traffic?
Not only that, but these signs are clear up to the rafters at the top of the awnings where nobody in their right mind looks or is going to read them. These signs need to be much larger, in bolder print and lower to be in the sight of a driver. Sometimes I think the people who come up with brilliant ideas such as these signs never will see them in their entire lives. Geniuses!
By then I was fuming mad at you, Dick. You didn’t even acknowledge me and had the gall to come and yell at me to move elsewhere or else you would give me a ticket. I was tempted to stay there, and I think it would have been worth the ticket to have had a decent parking spot. As I was getting back into my car to leave, I looked at the time, and it was 7:45 p.m. I saluted goodbye as I drove away.
I was ticked off. I wanted your job – telling people where to go. My wife called me asking where I was, and I told her that I had to move because of you. I had to make the famous loop that I’ve heard so many others have to do because of these Dicks shouting and patrolling the pick-up area.
My wife waited for me at pick-up #3 and my boss called to let me know I was late for a meeting.
Everything would have been fine, Dick, if you would have had some compassion instead of goose-stepping your way through the pick-up area.