why it's called a PUBLIC car park

it's been almost 24 hours since, and i'm still seething over the incident that happened in the mall parking lot yesterday.

the sky was a bit overcast with the threat of rain, temperature was about 12 degrees, tristan and i were about to do our usual sunday afternoon grocery-shopping. as we were about to pull up into a parking space near the mall entrance, a lady in the parking slot next to 'ours' had her door open. tristan obviously had to wait for her to shut her door before we can park. and that, she didn't want to do.

when she finally did, i overheard her retort "can't you park somewhere else??" schwingg! that set off alarm bells in my head. i was in a rage.

i got off the car, slammed the door, peered into her window and remarked back "why, aren't we allowed to park here???," with as much incredulity i can muster. i wanted to say more (like "the last time i checked this was a public parking space, you don't own it, we can park anywhere we want to park so why don't you just go home to the slums, you bitch!"), and breathe fire down her throat, had i not caught a glimpse of a toddler in the backseat of her car. say yey for self-restraint.

but still, i had to do something. so i walked up in front of her parked car, took note of her registration plates (just in case she scratches our car or deflates our tires), and stared at her. if only looks could kill. to my sick satisfaction, woman-in-car cannot compete in a stare war against pregnant-fire-breathing-lady. it just irked me that she acted as if we were meek asians who wouldn't stand up against her white superiority notion. oh no. this mayumi descends from a long line of oppressed farmers from the ilocandia region, mixed with warrior ilonggo blood.

or maybe, she just caught me at a bad time, is all.