Partner was pointing out that this blog has sort of fallen by the wayside. I guess mainly because we no longer live in Berkeley. Sorry for lying. We have moved,so we would like you to just pretend everything we write is about Berkeley.
Speaking of which,partner was helping a friend with her stage set when he met the friends cousins. Or ‘cousins in law’,I’m not sure which. And he knew immediately that they were from Berkeley. I met them also and I said,‘Yep,Berkeley!’.
Its weird that you can tell by looking but sure enough. So when they started ‘helping’partner with their Berkeley-esque advice on how to set up the stage,he wasn’t happy. I guess they had run out of things to bitch about in Berkeley so they came up to make partner’s life miserable.
Don’t get me wrong,I love Berkeley. I was at Lake Tahoe and an Obvious Berkeley-ite was driving through the parking lot. I was driving through the same one and our paths crossed…I stopped and waited for her to pass so I could turn right. She just stayed there and pointed her righteous-pointing-finger to my left to let me know I was wrong and I needed to turn left. After all, couldn’t I see the arrows that were currently underneath my vehicle????
Well little did she know,I’m from Oakland. So I just backed up and then went around her front end,turning right still,but a little less right than I wanted to,but still perfectly illegal. That is if breaking parking lot laws is illegal. And I was victorious because I got the parking spot I wanted. Perfect spot right by the door. No it wasn’t a handicap spot,probably a good thing because that would have taken her past the breaking point and I would have been bloodied in some way I’m sure.
Nevertheless she was livid. She wasn’t about to let this obvious infraction go unchallenged. After all,how could she hold her Berkeley head up? Nope,she had to yell one last thing at me so she could win.
‘You almost hit that little boy!’she yelled at me while hanging half out of the Berkeley-mobile.
But I was ready for her.
‘What little boy?’I said. And then she got back in her ‘I’m better than Oakland’,Berkeley-esque vehicle and left.
So,while we don’t live in Berkeley,it seems we don’t need to for me to be able to continue relating the antics of all people Berkeley. So we aren’t changing the name of the blog and we are back to provide more insight into the Berkeley PC culture for those people out there who have probably met Berkeley-ites and didn’t know it. Keep reading this and you too will soon be able to quickly spot them.
Ok, Signing off 5 days after being snubbed and left behind while 2 to 3% were taken into the clouds for everlasting life.