Old Man Parking
I was walking home from a delayed dentist appointment (it was an NHS dental appointment, of course it was delayed) with the Lady Romana, the first Time Lady dentist. She’d obviously regenerated into a short Asian woman, but I could tell.
There was a car in the middle of the road, stopped outside the Doctors (no relation, a surgery not a Time Lord). An old man got out and looked at his car. The car looked as old as the man, and the man had trouble walking. As cars struggled to get past this stricken vehicle, the old man walked round to the back of the car.
I drew level just as he reached the back of the car.
“Want some help pushing it over to the curb?” I asked.
“Fuck off,” he replied.
As I stood there, speechless from the verbal backhander, the old man walked across the back of his car to the curb, over the pavement and into the surgery.
November 20th, 2003 at 18:12
This kind of thing is exactly why I never set foot outside with a set of duelling pistols and a handkerchief.
M.