close call

Not an hour after clicking Post on yesterday's diatribe, I was on the ferry heading to Seattle. I headed upstairs to the restrooms, only to find that a pickup truck was parked so closely to the door that no one would be able to pass. "Jesus H.," I said, squinting at the parking job.

And then the truck's window lowered, and a lovely young woman behind the steering wheel apologized. "I botched it," she said, and then she worried she was blocking a handicapped access point. I smiled and told her it's no big deal.

I had other concerns. She isn't rude. She's polite! Not an hour after I ranted about how oblivious Seattle people are to others, I have to issue a bloody retraction? That's so unfair!

As I walked back to my car, a nagging thought made me turn around and take another look at her truck. And there they were:

Canadian plates.