I took Dh to the doctor this morning for his post-surgical follow-up. He had shoulder surgery on Wednesday. After leaving the dr I was helping him into the car. He has his right arm in a sling and covered with this ice-pack vest. He's also super doped up on pain meds. So I'm buckling him in and getting his feet all adjusted when another car comes whipping into the parking spot next to us (on the passenger side). Yes this is the empty spot I am standing in while getting DH in the car. The lady driving sees me and continues INCHING forward until I could actually feel the heat from her front bumper....her intent clear.
MOVE.
I glance up at her and hold up a finger as in "just a sec" with a polite and apologetic smile. A second or two later, I finish and reach for the passenger door to close it (Dh cannot close it...no right arm remember?) and I literally just get my hand on the door frame and this loon starts inching into the space again!
Her bumper now inches from my knees!
I give her a "WTH" look, shut the door and go to walk around the front of my car, as I'm walking out of the spot, she's already gunning the car the rest of the way to pull in.
Dh starts muttering some not-so-DIS-approved words about this idgit as I get in the car. I figure she must be in a life-or-death hurry to get to the ORTHOPEDIST....but no, she lingers in her car for a bit, rummagin through her purse. Then she gets out and strolls to the office door. I am in disbelief but pull out of my spot to drive away. The kicker? Her license plate:
LUVSJESUS