3 years ago
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
You know those people who come screaming into the parking lot, pull into a spot totally crooked, jump out and go running into the store. Do you secretly give them dirty looks? I do. What, are they more important than the rest of us? They can't take the time to park straight so the cars next to them can get in and out more easily? Inconsiderate, I say.
Except, that apparently, I am one of them. I went somewhere a few days ago with a woman from church (she likes to do service with me because she thinks I'm funny) and she pointed out my horrendous parking job as we exited the car. I was not just a little skeewampus, but spilling over into the other space. Oops. Obviously, this was a one-off, a fluke. Except, I did it again this morning at the gym and yesterday at the grocery store. What happened? I used to be able to park beautifully with nary a glance to either side. I wonder how long I have been the worst parking job in the lot? Maybe I'll drive over to the church parking lot on the weekend and practice because I simply can't give anyone secret dirty looks for something that I have perhaps not mastered either. Maybe not, because frankly, after this I won't be able to give dirty looks. I will just assume that the poor driver is chauffeuring a car of little boys and is thus distracted or the she is used to doing so and is so cowed by the silence when she is finally alone that she can't concentrate. Besides we have million things planned this weekend and there's no way to squeeze in any more extras. I'll just park far away like the people with fancy cars (and my Dad) that are afraid they will get dinged and no one will even notice. Problem solved.