I'm a parking lot Nazi, I admit. I absolutely despise when people drive the wrong direction and then pull into a parking spot requiring that they have to do all sorts of backing up and straitening out to fit between the lines, or worse, just park over the lines. I hate when people take two spaces, not because they are trying to save their car from the door dings of other inconsiderate jerks, but because they are too lazy to take an extra second or two and park right.
On the other hand, I often find great humor in the idiots that park and shop at the same HEB Plus in Lytle that we go to. Take this freak of nature.
In other news: We were disappointed to find that my DirecTV package could not get the Time Warner Sports Network channel that was carrying the UTSA vs Marshall game on Saturday. Probably a good thing given the outcome. But I did try to purchase it through Marshall's online network. They are affiliated with CBS Sports. So a while before the game, I log in to see that you can sign up for a month for $9.95. I do, and when the game starts, the prompt for the video disappears and now all we get is the radio version. WTF? I can listen to the radio for free.
I ended up sending a nasty e-mail to CBS Sports and they apologized, blaming it on Marshall, and refunded my $9.95 immediately. Truth is, my Internet is so dial-up-like slow that it is tough to watch something in HD unless it comes from Netflix or Hulu. Even YouTube is a stretch. I'm just glad CBS Sports was not a jerky about it.
According to the special weather app on my phone, it is a brisk 55 degrees in Natalia this morning and the fact that I just cleaned our hot tub tells me that it might be worth getting in this evening. And if the news is right, I might even go back to work tomorrow. If not, Eva promises that we will tackle the garage looking for items I can put on Craig's List or donate to the Devine Area Hospice Thrift Shop. I keep telling Eva that I am not qualified to go on Hoarders because my piles of crap are organized on shelves, and you won't find any smashed-flat cats or years old soiled diapers.
Anyway, we'll see what happens.