Red Mosquito

dad wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

Jorge wrote:Could you try to explain why you have a problem with it?

because the purpose of having a placard is to make it easier to walk to and from the place to where you drove. he wasn't using it for that purpose. he was just using it to park close so his daughter didn't have walk as far. and he was monopolizing the spot so it couldn't be used by someone who could have legitimately needed it.

i think he was abusing his privileges.

chris.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:But what if he had to get out of the car for some reason? She's running, but oh no! She's tripped!

She's rolling around on the ground crying. Oh god, there's blood. Is that a bone protruding from her shin?

Good thing he parked as close as possible...

Chris_H_2 wrote:

dad wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

Jorge wrote:Could you try to explain why you have a problem with it?

because the purpose of having a placard is to make it easier to walk to and from the place to where you drove. he wasn't using it for that purpose. he was just using it to park close so his daughter didn't have walk as far. and he was monopolizing the spot so it couldn't be used by someone who could have legitimately needed it.

i think he was abusing his privileges.

chris.

what? what am i missing? why did he need to park there? (and "because he can" isn't an answer)

Jorge wrote:I solved it.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Not sure why but this scenario makes me extremely horny

dad wrote:Chris, you might bring up these feelings with your friend.

It may change your relationship for the better.

Ello Sailor wrote:

dad wrote:Chris, you might bring up these feelings with your friend.

It may change your relationship for the better.

Absolutely do not do this. They'll know what a weird cunt you are.