For reasons that I don’t quite understand, I hate it when people troll parking lots at ridiculously low speeds looking for a perfect parking spot. I’m often stuck behind idiots like this wondering if they really feel less tired after shaving twenty feet of their commute. To me this makes about as much sense as car radios that come with wireless remotes.
When someone stops while I am loading my car and asks, “Are you leaving?” I’m wondering how a complete stranger can ask me to provide information about my intended travel plans for their convenience.
I experienced this in its highest form one afternoon a few weeks ago. As I was loading my car in a parking lot near my office a car pulled up, idled and waited for me. I felt tempted to check my oil, or better yet, rotate my tires, but resisted. The lot is never full, so it seemed like the usual laziness.
Then it occurred to me, I was in a health club parking lot! This er… person, was asking me to help expedite her plans to reduce the exercise she was going to get on her way to go get exercise! She pays money to lift chrome and run on a belt-sander that takes her nowhere, but can’t walk a few extra feet to the door for free!
Please leave me out of your parking dilemmas. If you feel compelled to park in the space that my vehicle is currently occupying, fine. Just please leave me out of your planning.