I feel you. Like you, I don't understand it. Even my kids have noticed and commented that any time I roll into an empty parking lot, hunker down in a parking spot far far away from the entrance of whatever retail shop or restaurant I'm headed to, some alien space pod will be parked at least 1-2 cars from mine upon our return. Why? Why? Why? My magnetic personality?In admiration of my stellar parking skills? Contrasting car color comparison? I don't get it. And I also don't get why it bothers me so much. I kinda do, but I don't.
Writing is only a venting thing sometimes. THAT part I get. Write on Bev. Write on.
This has been a hot button for me since I parked in a remote location on a visit to the local Kroger, way up on a hill, far from any other cars. When I cam out there was a giant streak of white paint and some dents on the right side of my week-old car. This reinforced my belief that people are no damn good.
I recently had an oversized industrial pick squeeze in between me and another parked car. I was sitting in my car getting ready to leave. He couldn't get out of his.
Yes, I took my time. Don't I have a piece of gum in my purse? Whoops! someone just texted me and I must answer with a one-finger peck.
Okay Bev, Medium and now Substack? I will follow you anywhere but I’m older now and more easily confused. I became so engaged in finding your latest stories that I forgot to pee for a few days. This is one of the best ever and I’m good for the duration. A pubes width? Where’s my micrometer?
This sort of thing does not happen at certain venues. You have to up your game, girl. And, BTW, how long have you been here? And I don't mean in this parking space.
As a fellow misanthrope, I feel like you are constantly in my own brain! But big thanks for helping me laugh through my misery with lines like, "a pube's width away..."
I feel you. Like you, I don't understand it. Even my kids have noticed and commented that any time I roll into an empty parking lot, hunker down in a parking spot far far away from the entrance of whatever retail shop or restaurant I'm headed to, some alien space pod will be parked at least 1-2 cars from mine upon our return. Why? Why? Why? My magnetic personality?In admiration of my stellar parking skills? Contrasting car color comparison? I don't get it. And I also don't get why it bothers me so much. I kinda do, but I don't.
Writing is only a venting thing sometimes. THAT part I get. Write on Bev. Write on.
This has been a hot button for me since I parked in a remote location on a visit to the local Kroger, way up on a hill, far from any other cars. When I cam out there was a giant streak of white paint and some dents on the right side of my week-old car. This reinforced my belief that people are no damn good.
"pulling a Hayden Christensen" chef's kiss.
I legitimately don't understand people who choose to park on top of other cars when literally all the other spaces are available.
Yes, to this.
I recently had an oversized industrial pick squeeze in between me and another parked car. I was sitting in my car getting ready to leave. He couldn't get out of his.
Yes, I took my time. Don't I have a piece of gum in my purse? Whoops! someone just texted me and I must answer with a one-finger peck.
Dude, next time park somewhere else.
Great peice, Bev!
Okay Bev, Medium and now Substack? I will follow you anywhere but I’m older now and more easily confused. I became so engaged in finding your latest stories that I forgot to pee for a few days. This is one of the best ever and I’m good for the duration. A pubes width? Where’s my micrometer?
This sort of thing does not happen at certain venues. You have to up your game, girl. And, BTW, how long have you been here? And I don't mean in this parking space.
It's not the proximity of the parking, it's the mind-bending gymnastics necessary to comprehend the proximity of the parker.
How did you know it was me? 😄 No, the real culprit has been officially shamed.
It's got to be your magnetic personality.
As a fellow misanthrope, I feel like you are constantly in my own brain! But big thanks for helping me laugh through my misery with lines like, "a pube's width away..."
...and you're still CHEAP...at $30 a year.