Witnessed an interesting parking lot squabble. Apparently one person backing out of a space bumped or was bumped by someone else. Experience suggests that the person driving in the lane would be at fault, since I have frequently seen drivers doing 40 or 50 miles per hour up and down in the quest for an advantageous spot.

Here’s the scene: toothless woman with thinning but mid-back length grayish hair in well-rusted lime green Tracker yelling at white haired old lady in a metallic sand colored sedan of unknown make. It was a true meeting of the articulate minds. Like, a couple of social gals on their way to buy some philosophy books and chia seed and computer memory for their Macs suddenly embroiled in a little scuffle.

Actually, I felt kind of bad for the little old lady, who eventually drove away. There really was no damage to either vehicle, but I think ‘Toothless’ was going to try and make a run at some whiplash cash. The sort of sad thing is that Toothless and her passenger (I forgot to mention that there were two of these delightful specimens) called 911 and more or less claimed to be the victims of a hit and run. Now, I know that leaving the site of an accident is bad news, but, well…I hope the cops cut her some slack.

I was actually surprised they were able to write down her license plate number as she left. I mean, that’s letters and numbers.