The Attack of the Sand People

Jar Wars turned to Car Wars this morning as we arrived at our customary beach access parking area. To picture the field of battle you must imagine a single lane toward the beach with parking only on the left at a 45 degree angle. Backing up onto the main road is not allowed so to leave one must drive forward to a turn-around area and proceed out frontwards, trusting any who might be entering to allow you out first. It's a quaint, cramped and awkward arrangement.

When we arrived one driver was waiting by the road entrance for a car preparing to leave so he could take that spot. I went on up the road to see if there was something else.  There wasn't. I made the turn to leave but the fellow waiting had moved up and was now blocking my exit and the exit of a second car wanting to leave.

I got out to see what the blockage was about when the head of the blocking party, whom I shall call the block head, came swaggering out to declare he would take on anyone who tried to get any parking spot before him. As he walked back to his car the older man, driver of the second car wishing to leave, said the block head was a body part, something I understand to mean the anal cavity. His wife told him not to say that because the block head might hear him. He said he hoped he did hear him, except the man did not say "he" but again alluded to the sphincter aperture.

He offered me his parking space but having forgotten my light saber at home I chose a tactical retreat instead. The block head having now opened the road by returning to his original waiting spot, I began to drive out when his wife jumped out of their car, baby in arms, and hurried to stand in the middle of the road near the other car preparing to leave (are you getting all this?) Now this car had originally managed to back into its parking spot and would leave frontwards, following me. She somehow suspected that, after driving past this fellow, and after he began to leave, I might perform some automobile magic to obtain the parking spot behind him. True, a vehicular backwards leapfrog over him would have achieved it but I happened to be in my Corolla not my AT-ST.

After mentioning we were leaving, this woman of severely crippled spacial organization skills, got out of the way. Some people are truly magnitudes more apt at dispute than they are at rudimentary reasoning.

So we drove to the next public beach area with ample access and found a great parking spot right away and we enjoyed what we had set out to enjoy (see below).

As evening approached we visited the Siesta Key Public Beach to see what it was like and take in the sunset. This beach is vast. See photos below.

Tomorrow I must remember my light saber and AT-ST.