The Jittery Goat

thV1F8TOODRuss walked from the grocery; more appropriately, hiked. It seemed like near the length of a football field. The monotony of his trek was broken by dodging cars backing out of parking spaces and finding refuge between parked cars as other cars swarmed for open spaces like buzzards on a dead dog.

He saw a twenty-something guy with piercings and tattoos park in a seniors only parking spot who brought his grandmother along for no other reason than to park in the seniors only parking spot. It was likewise with a lady in her mid thirties who just finished a work-out at the gym and brought he crippled elderly aunt with her so she could park close the store entrance.

When Russ finally made it to his car he kicked a plastic bottle that was blocking his route to his trunk.

“Hey,” said a woman from a parked blue Volvo…

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