Bonus Bitch

             

Just across a narrow dirt road from my house is a lovely little lake. There is a makeshift boat ramp right there, and people often choose that spot to fish. A few minutes ago, as I sat down at my computer, I noticed a young man and three little boys at the ramp. The young man was teaching the boys how to fish. Very sweet.

Right behind the boat ramp -- directly in front of my house -- is a no-parking sign. The sign was placed there because people who park to slide their boats from their vehicles into the water used to be inclined to leave their cars on the ramp while they went paddling. That of course made it impossible for others to use the ramp. So the town put up the no-parking sign, and nobody parks there anymore. They just offload their boats, then move their vehicles to a nearby parking lot.

Except for today. Today, despite the fact that the no-parking sign is right in my sight line, I could not see it. That's because there was a hulking silver Tesla cybertruck parked in front of it. 

So I get up and pop into the bedroom and put on my big-girl pants. (Really, that happened.) Then I zip out on my front stoop, and I yell across the road at the fisherman. "Hey," sez I. 

He turns around to face me and smiles. 

"Is that your Elon Musk thing parked in front of the no-parking sign?" I ask.

And the fisherman, he sez, "Yes, yes it is." And he keeps on smiling.

So I smile back. More of a smirk, you might imagine. And I sez, "Well, move it."

And he did. 

In New Hampshire, even the boneheads are nice.