What I did with my holiday day

I wrote a letter of recommendation. I used l-o-n-g words. I said wonderful things, which were actually TRUE and therefore easy to come up with.

I went to the Memorial Day Parade. Sparky marched in it, it was a lovely (PERFECT) day for it, and it's more meaningful--and shorter--than the parade that is part of the Celebration of a Character in a Comic. That parade is next month, in lieu of a 4th of July parade. Don't get me started.

Because if you get me started, this may happen:

{knock-knock} Hello? {knock-knock} Roll your window down? Thanks. Hey, I'm super-glad you came to the Memorial Day parade today. I'm glad you fitted out your kids with plastic grocery bags so they could beg for candy from the people in the parade; that meant I had virtually no candy thrown at me, and that's nothing but good. But you know what? You parked in the library's employee parking lot. You aren't an employee; I am, but hey, I'm cool with that since the library is closed. It's good that you parked your SUV and walked that block over to J street to sit on someone else's lawn and drop cigarette butts and candy wrappers there. It's a nice day for that sort of thing, if you like that sort of thing.

But here's the thing, yo: the parade that finished passing you over there just now? Yeah, that one. It comes back down Library Street about 20 minutes later to finish up. And, here's the thing: there's only one exit from the lot where you parked. The exit is onto Library Street. Which has Girl Scouts and pony carts and kids playing trombones and flutes in it. You know: in the parade. For another 20 minutes. So, guess what: you can't get out of the parking lot, like, till the parade is, uhm, OVER?! Where exactly do you need to be in Teh Big Hurry? It's a holiday. The race was yesterday.

And, yo, gas? It's $3.65/gallon? So, like, your exhaust--which is blowing the face of that old lady you pulled up next to--is like, GREEN. Money-green. But it still stinks. The weather, yo? It's about 65 and breezy, with low humidity and No Sun, thus negating the necessity of using your AC.

Hello? Are you listening? No, I didn't think so. Is this clearer? TURN OFF YOUR GODDAMN ENGINE!! GET OUT OF YOUR CAR!! MAKE NICE WITH PEOPLE, WAVE AT THE NICE VETERANS (take off your hat, you moron, when the flag passes), AND FUCKING RELAX!!!

Oh, so now I'm the crank? Yeah. OK.

Actually, it was a lovely day, this was just a minuscule part of it, but I don't feel good (see the previous post) and thre were two girls next to us, both probably 10 years old, who were openly panhandling (only with bags) for candy, totally working the street. Meanwhile a little preschool-aged Hispanic girl on the other side of us was being completely passed over because she was polite and shy.

We stopped for lunch, and when we got home I slept for an hour, took a shower and then wrote the aforementioned letter. And memed. And now I'm going to Sim.

Maybe my head will actually explode and put me out of my family's misery today.