I ended up coming home early today since I was feeling the cold that’s been going around getting ready to hit full force, and as a result didn’t get to embarass myself with Russell Davies like I did Ze Frank yesterday, so I’ll share a little something else interesting that happened yesterday.
A bunch of us went for Mongolian barbecue for lunch yesterday in between symposium speakers and parked in a busy parking lot. That in itself is nothing to report, but after we left to head back, I had been blocked in by a glorious ass driving a silver Mercedes SUV. We had 15 minutes before Ze Frank was scheduled to go on stage. I went back into the restaurant and the gracious Chinese lady let me use the PA system to page the owner to the parking lot.
They weren’t in that restaurant and there were too many other places that the driver could have been, so we quickly decided to hoof it. I left a note on the windshield before leaving.
It may look like the picture is overexposed, but really that’s just the camera picking up my white-hot aura of rage. What did I write?
“Thanks for blocking us in jackhole! - XOXO, Your mom”
We headed down 39th Street, and Average Jane was about a block ahead while I was emailing people at the venue to come pick us up. My friend Jeff picked a bad day to wear flip-flops too, so he was also lagging behind.
We made the 1.1 mi. trek in roughly 15 minutes. Pretty good for me, given how shamefully out of shape that I am 
So, in summary, when parking for lunch, don’t be a jackass, find a parking spot or move on. That’s my advice.