A park is clearly no longer intended for leisurely, private time by oneself or with company. My sis and I are apparently cursed with unknowingly taking RANDOM passers-by spots on benches, slides, you name it. We tried this one 3 times-NOOOOT the charm-& cannot have a nice lunch on a shady bench or fake turf without some friggin' bloody rude parent *innocently* but conveniently intruding on our space...
I'm sorry, Mr. Middle Eastern Indian encountering two young white females with exposed skin talking to each other without a male sitting with them--this will be a shock what I say, BUT YOU ARE ACTUALLY IN "Uh-mare-rikka." You can stop effing staring us down while using your toddler in stroller as an excuse to do laps around the 2x4 path while doing so.
Our apologies also to you, Rude White Lady with other toddler. We've never encountered invisible trademarks on mini-park property, so if we'd gotten off YOUR spot, shoved you on to the slide that you VERY politely indicated was "yours," the stick up your arse I imagine would have made your name extremely visible under the translation, "b****." Absolutely nowhere else you could have sat!! Our condolences(& if it hadn't been for your child being right there, we would have *politely* told you to go elsewhere. An entire city full of nice, open parks for people not on a lunch crunch...THAT is just CRAZY).
My sis & I are just trying to enjoy our time in peace but, we're learning very well thanks to the kind citizens of San Jose that we haven't been alive long enough to know what kind of parks we belong to.
(We'll just stick to our tiny, white, gay, childless corner of the planet away from prying eyes that need every spot we try to take at a public, "no one's name is set in a cement slide or bench here" park as a matter of Nat'l Security-bordering
life-and-death)
*Honorable mention: As soon as we decided to sit on the slides and the b**** stared us down just like Mr. America above, I gave my auto-reaction via facial expression and my sis absolutely lost it and started laughing to the point of peeing her pants, gravitated to the slide around the corner, continuing laughing, I warned her not to get comfortable on that side as someone could pop out of a black hole and land on her to claim that spot as well, and she essentially fell to the ground, curled up in tears. I prematurely wrote a eulogy in case she died of laughter from self-entitled douches pissing me off. read more