Monday, March 29, 2010

Get off my tail, would ya?

When I go shopping, I always try to park as far away from the store as possible. This serves two purposes: I can pull through and not have to deal with that annoying backing-up thing, and the further away I park means the further I have to walk, which, for my hefty hiney, is a good thing. So why is it that no matter how far away I park, some eejit in a humongus truck parks right on my tail end? If you're so close that I can't get the back hatch on my van open, then you're waaaaay too close. It's really a pain in the tush to have to leave my full cart, load the kids in, move the van forward, and then unload just because some dingdong can't calculate the distance between his ginormous grill and the back end of my van. There are hundreds of other spots in the parking lot--why are they drawn to me??? Is there a magnet in my van that sucks them to me? Yeah, I know...boohoo, wahhhhhh, poor me, right? It's just one of those little things that annoys the spit out of me. Aren't you glad I shared it with you?