“Pink Zinfandel on Snow,” photo by E. Herd
Groundhog Day started out well enough: Lorin and I shoveled out the driveway, then dug out the cars–no sweat. Lorin drove to the bus stop at 7 a.m., but there were no buses running and the sidewalks were mountains of snow. He came back home, waited with me till 8, and then we drove together to the usual parking lot, directly behind the bus stop, where we bus commuters leave our cars. A snow plow was cleaning it out. We ventured on to ShopRite, since a fellow bus rider told me she leaves her car there sometimes, and no one complains. We parked and started exiting the car, when a middle-aged man in a cream pullover and stiff salt and pepper coif came out of W Construction Company. “W” shares the strip mall with ShopRite, a bagel store, Boiling Springs Savings Bank, a Dry Cleaners and a couple other stores.
The man shouted, “You think you’re gonna leave your car there all day while you’re at work?”
Lorin shouted back, “That’s the general idea.”
“Well, you better not, or it’s gonna be towed!” His tone was less than pleasant.
“Where are we supposed to go?” Lorin said.
“Not my problem,” he said, maintaining the Good Samaritan vibe.
Stay Classy, New Jersey.
“Thank you, sir,” Lorin said, crossing his hands over his heart, “you have a big heart.”
The guy stood there, staring at us.
“Go fuck yourself!” I shouted, “Fuck you!”
We walked back toward the car.
“I’m sorry, I can’t take it anymore,” I said to Lorin.
It was now 8:13 and it was sleeting. We drove back to our usual parking lot. The snow plow driver rolled down his window.
Lorin said, “Can we park here? We park here with a bunch of other commuters every day.”
The guy said, “Well, I just got a call from ShopRite, and they said if anyone parks here, their car will get towed.”
“Oh,” Lorin said. “Thanks for letting us know.”
I said to Lorin, “I bet that asshole from the construction company called ShopRite. What can they do—ban us from all the parking lots?”
We parked on a side street—nowhere left to go. This town doesn’t make it easy for the working slobs. The sidewalks weren’t cleared off, so we waited for a bus in the street, the sleet mercilessly pelting our faces.
On to the groundhog, since it was his day, after all. Did you know that New Jersey has three of its own furry prognosticators? They are: (1) Midtown Mel, (2) Essex Ed and (3) Stonewall Jackson. Sound like racehorses more than soothsayers, but hey.
Here are their predictions:
Midtown Mel
“Six more weeks of winter,” said Jerry Guthlein, spokesman and handler for Mel, hailing from Middlesex County.
nj.com
Stonewall Jackson of Sussex county looked for his shadow on Monday, but there was none to be found.
“So I guess in theory, it’s going to be an early spring,” said Assemblyman Parker Space, owner of Space Farms. “You wouldn’t think it to look outside.”
The current Stonewall has been making predictions for 3 or 4 years, with about 75% accuracy.
photo courtesy of Parker Space
Essex Ed, resident groundhog at Turtle Back Zoo in West Orange, like Mel, predicted another six weeks of winter. Oh, Ed! Zoo director Brint Spencer unfurled the scroll showing his prediction.
nj.com
The groundhogs have spoken. Punxatawney Phil says six more blasted weeks of winter too. Let’s all try to make the best of it, in spite of the self-designated “parking police” and other assorted assholes.
Good for you. He needed a noogie on his stiff salt and pepper coif.
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He didn’t even react when I cursed at him. Must be used to it, LOL.
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self-designated “parking police”
Oh, yeah, you have just got to love all of those big fish in VERY small ponds looking for the slightest oportunity to throw their weight around!
Reminds me of the guy my girlfriend once ran into who proudly claimed that he was responsible for getting the majority of the garbage cans removed from the streets in our neighborhood in Queens because he was supposedly sick of people dumping their household trash in them. Yeah, yeah, nice work, @$$hat. After that oh-so-slick move, everyone just left their garbage on the sidewalks!
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Exactly, Ben. In retrospect, it would have made a good Seinfeld episode.
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Oh dear….what is it about our cars (i.e parking them, driving them, washing them, etc.) that makes us tell people to go “f themselves”?! I’m a rule follower myself, but did you ever try driving the freeways as a “rule follower”?! Dam! I’m using the F bomb every other minute just trying to merge from one lane to the other. Drives me nuts! You poor people are sick of the snow and I’m out here PRAYING for the snow! Guess God answered my prayers, he just sent it to the WRONG COAST! Oh well, hang in there, Kiddo…Hopfully, the “parking Gods” will be with you tomorrow!!! 🙂
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Yes, I know what you mean. I never thought I’d curse out a stranger in the ShopRite parking lot, but I was on my last nerve and cold as hell. Maybe you can take a trip to the East Coast? LOL.
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I will (and do) come to the East Coast, but usually during seasons when the weather isn’t likely to negatively impact flying (which lately is almost NEVER!!) 🙂 And I can SOOO relate to that bitter cold. I remember it well….
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God help you!
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The asshole meter went way up…wow. No compassion at all. I hope karma bites that idiot in the ass soon. Stay strong you two….Spring is on its way.
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Yes, Nanc, the asshole meter was off the charts that day. Thanks, xox.
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