I don't know what it is about parking lots, but what do you call a particular phenomena that compels someone to wait for a parking spot -- the one I was occupying mind you, despite the fact the lot was virtually empty?
I can attest that out of 65 available parking spaces, maybe eight were taken. Eight!
I like going to the market as early as possible to avoid the crowds -- and the crowded parking lots, so you can imagine my curiosity and confusion as I was leaving said market that someone was actually waiting for me to vacate my parking space. THE PARKING LOT WAS EMPTY.
The predator -- er, driver had a wide variety of parking spaces to choose from and he -- yeah, I said it, I'm gender stereotyping, he's waiting for me to exit? The guy's nose was pressed to his steering wheel he was so eager to poach.
I'm just -- I can't -- wow...
And yes, I'm still bristling about it. But, like the good driver and Samaritan I usually am, I carefully pulled out and drove away. The next time I go to that super market, I'm parking in the lot of the chain next door.
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