i wasn’t in a good mood this morning.

i had errands to run i didn’t want to run. i had chores to do i didn’t want to do. Maureen and Nikki, two of my favorite women on earth, went to see “The Odyssey.” i declined because the idea of super new graphics being used did not sit well (hey, i am old school: the only graphics (?) i like are the ones in the old , “Superman” TV serials and the “Rocket Man” serials in the movie theater before they showed the Saturday matinee oaters). Also, i am too damn old to sit in a movie theater seat for three hours. Besides, i had chores to do.

“i opened the garage door to take the car out on my errands. There blocking the mail box and the third lane of our driveway was Imperial Star Destroyer sized Toyota “Tundra” pickup, appropriately painted the color of the Star War Stormtroopers.

It obviously belonged to one of the guys working on the renovation next door. Our new neighbors to be are good folks and i like everyone i met who has been working there, even befriended quite a few.

But this gigantic Tonka toy partially blocking our driveway ticked me off.

i went back inside, wrote out a message on piece of paper with my green (XO) Sharpie, and used masking tape to affix it to the driver’s side window. It read:

Apparently, you don’t know, but your hood’s right side is partially blocking a driveway…mine.

And yes, we use it. Please walk a little further next time…unless you are handicapped.

Thanks, jim jewell, 306 Crestview.

i ditched the idea of doing errands and drove to the Bonita Golf Club and had a brunch of their wonderful chorizo and eggs with black beans and corn tortillas, with a couple of IPAs of course.

When i returned, the Tonka toy was still there. But when i woke from my NORP — yes, i still take a Naval Officer Rest Period in the middle of the day — the offending monster had moved, parking down the road a bit. i guess he wasn’t handicapped.

i smiled but was disappointed i didn’t meet the stormtrooper who owned it.

That’s okay. The “Grand Whiner of the Order of the Curmudgeons” (thank you, Marty Linville) felt better.