Why is everything a big deal to so many people? It’s like they have nothing else to think about. They break rules themselves, but demand that others keep the rules — and some are not even rules.
On Friday and Saturday we had a company here to reseal driveways and outdoor parking lots. We were told they would begin work on Friday at 11:00 a.m. and we could drive on it again on Saturday after 2:00 p.m. Sounds simple — you would think.
What this meant that affected us all was that we could not leave or enter the parking garage. If we were going to need our car during that time, we were encouraged to park in the lot across the street. Some did not heed that and were angry when they were turned back from exiting the garage, However being smart, intelligent and mature adults, they just waited until no one was looking and left then. The evidence of deep tire marks tells the story.
Our small back lot has only four parking spaces and there were four vehicles that both came and went in each of the spots before the sealant was dry. I’m not surprised and I doubt the company was surprised. But I was wrong. They believed serious seniors would be more cooperative. WRONG!
Saturday evening several people tested the sealant with their foot wondering of they could walk across the road yet. It was dry enough for that and no footprints were seen. The workers walked on it all the time and never left a footprint. It’s the weight of the cars that left the impression. Chas was asked not to take his wheelchair on the road until Saturday morning. Nowhere in the notice did it forbid walking on the newly sprayed sealant. By Friday night at least a dozen had walked on it.
It was about 10:00 Friday night when Maria came down with Kiki. Kiki was returning to the other building for the night. She asked if it was OK to walk on the road and several said it was. Maria screamed (not an exaggeration) that we were told not to walk on the road. A couple tried to explain that the note said “do not drive.’ There was nothing said about walking. Well, Maria flew into a rage verbally attacking Chas and calling him an idiot, a troublemaker and warning that he had changed into a vicious and angry man. She was so angry she could barely get the words out of her month without hissing. She would hear nothing anyone else had to say. She demanded that Kiki walk around the barricades meaning she was walking in the street and in the dark. Kiki acquiesced. Maria walked across the area at about 9:00 the next morning. So much for rules.
I would like to blame this all on Maria, but Kiki has no backbone. She always does what Maria says. I discussed this with Maria at one time over a year ago and she stopped speaking to me. But I cannot bear to see her controlling Kiki the way she does. But then, Kiki lets her. I can hardly be around them any more. I would buy a backbone if our little county had a backbone store.
I do not know how to convince someone they need to get a backbone when they most likely have never had one. If surgery would do it, I would pay for it for Kiki. The outcome of the problem is that Maria and Kiki have joined the informal “I hate Chas” group that seems to be growing in number. I’m tempted to print buttons and hand them out or given them membership cards so that they can clearly identify each other. That would not be necessary as they have a late night meeting every day to bring each other up to date on the problem people — number one is Chas.
It’s ridiculous. Welcome to Junior High.
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