Your dad loves anger more than he loves you

I had to return a lunch cooler to T on Friday night so we decided to have dinner in Davis Square as well. I ended up parking my vehicle on the street, in a spot that ended at the entrance of a small parking lot. It was Friday night so as the night progressed, parking became rather limited. We had our dinner at Flatbread, the new place at the bowling alley. The reviews were right, not so bad at all. The sound of people bowling in the background added to it nicely. Once we were finished we made our way over to get the bag, but ended up chatting next to the vehicle with the back door open.

Apparently there is nothing more maddening than searching for parking on the same block over and over again and continuing to see two people yammering next to a car that is taking up a spot you are convinced should be yours. I say this because there was this one guy, with his young boy who was maybe about 7 - 8 years old falling asleep in the passenger seat, who continued to go around the block in his fancy mercedes to pull up behind us and grill us for a minute before continuing his search. It happened so much that after a bit I felt ignoring him wasn't getting us anywhere, and was inclined to give him this apologetic shoulder shrugging gesture that indicated his parking issues were not my parking issues and no, we were not going anywhere anytime soon. Move along dude, seriously. Welcome to the city.

About the fourth time around he decided he had had enough with the girls who were so obviously in his perfect parking spot and ended up entering the lot from the other direction to hurriedly place his car with his lights shining on us, at the end of the lot where technically there was no room. He then aggressively threw the mercedes into "park" got out and stormed into the bowling alley while giving us the big I hate you exhale and death stare as he went by. We made yet another elitist douche-bag comment and continued talking.

It suddenly occurred to me that the car was doing something. It then occurred to me that the car should not be doing anything and T says "Hey. Is that car moving?". It was moving. Backwards. In his state of rage, the guy must have thought he put it in park when really he had only placed it in reverse. Remember the young boy? Yup, he was still in the car. He was looking franticly at the shifter like he should do something, but considering his age he had no idea what the correct option was. I ran to the car, opened the door, jumped in, smiled big and said "HI!" while braking. Now the kid is even more frantic because let's face it, not only was he dealing with the moving car, but now there is a stranger next to him. Once he realized the car had stopped he chilled out a bit. I put the car back where it was, really put it in park and turned to him to confirm that I bet that had been super scary and inquire to his mental state. He said he was alright so I told him the car would stay still now and that he need not worry anymore and went back to T to continue our conversation. I can't imagine how that kid was feeling. First being stuck in the car with an angry adult. Because being trapped in a car with anger is always such a joy. Then having the whole car moving thing go down. I bet he was exhausted. I need a nap just thinking about it.

Out comes dad. He's still pissed off about the parking spot (seriously, let it go man) and made sure to glare at us all the way back to his car. He's just about to drive away when the car comes to a stop. The boy must have said something because the door opens and dad slowly and sheepishly gets out to hail us and of course we turn because he simply reeks of retribution. He thanks us (twice!) and for once, I couldn't even laugh, it was just to sweet. I told him, hey, it's fine. No big deal man. Everything is just fine now. I was supposed to go out after that but figured I would end the day on a high note. It was the perfect ending to the perfect evening.

Totally off subject... Is it me or does Pink have an oversized head for her body?